a broken winged bird

This week already feels long and burdensome and, yikes, it's only tuesday morning.

My health challenges overwhelm me. My emotional burdens weigh me down.  I know all the self love wisdom and happy talk but I'm feeling weighed down. Like a broken winged bird.

It feels like Saturday. And these days, my Saturdays are about the hard work of canvassing. So today feeling like Saturday means I feel way weighed down.