Yet, even there, the fatigue follows, a constant companion whispering doubts.
Colleagues notice my slower pace, the way I linger over tasks that once seemed effortless.
“You okay?” Sarah asks one afternoon, concern lacing her voice.
“Just tired,” I reply, managing a smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes.
The truth is, I’m not sure what okay feels like anymore.
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