White Light

I remember the day my body gave up on me.

‘Twas a few days ago. I woke up with a slight blur in my head. Too little sleep has made its way up to my brain. I opened my eyes and I couldn’t move. There was absolutely no energy. Zero.

I knew it was coming. I knew it was going to happen. There’s an innate detector in me capable of predicting some strange thing is going to happen.

Being a denial prick that I am, I fought back. I can’t let it ruin my day.

And so there I was, putting one foot in front of the other, just to get through the day.

Took my breakfast, went to the office and sat on the chair.

And that’s the only thing I got to do. I sat.

Not enough energy to even smile.

Though stubborn as I was, I still got some sense in my brain. I raised the white flag. Just couldn’t take it anymore.

Went home and slept from 9am to 4pm. No morning snacks. No lunch. No texting. No nothing. Just got up a couple of times to go to the bathroom. Even that was draining the soul out of me.

Talk about extreme tiredness.

Life’s myriad stress-causing gifts. I realized I can only push myself that far. When beyond the limit, the body breaks down.

Four times in less than 2 weeks. Damn, something must be really, really wrong.

But then again, I am a denial prick, remember?