...my colleagues and I joke about needing this after a busy day in work. But it goes further than that. On days when I'm not in work but at home, resting.
I need a room with no input at all. No sound, visuals words. Not even my own thoughts. It's like to not exist but still be alive. I don't think I've ever realised how overwhelming certain sensory aspects can be. And how exhausting my own head is at times. This is one of the things I struggle with the most. I asked my partner if he ever gets tired of his own thoughts and he didn't know what I was on about. It isn't worry. It's everything jostling for attention all at once.
I wake up everyday and think "here we go again". Not because of the daily grind but because the input starts again and there's no escaping it. I don't know how much reprieve sleep actually brings. I know I dream.
It's exhausting.