The Day the Coffee Stopped Working
The Day the Coffee Stopped Working There is a particular kind of tired that no amount of sleep fixes, and I found it the hard way in the years before I got sober. I would run myself down to nothing, then prop myself back up with whatever was closest at hand, coffee in the morning, something stronger by night, telling myself that if I could just push through one more day the rest would sort itself out later. It never did. I just found new ways to keep standing on legs that had already given out underneath me, and I called that strength because collapsing in front of people felt like the one thing I could not afford to do. I know now that exhaustion is not only a body problem. It is a soul problem wearing a body's clothes. You can sleep eight hours and wake up just as hollowed out as when you lay down, because what is worn thin is not your muscles but the part of you that has been carrying more than it was built to carry, alone, for far too long. I spent years mistaking that ho...