Tired of What, Exactly?

About this book

And then the weekend arrives. You sleep. You don't set an alarm. You order something instead of cooking. You watch something without feeling guilty. You tell yourself: "I really needed this." Monday comes. And somehow... you're still tired. So you take a longer break. A holiday. A few days away. You come back. For a little while, you feel better. Then Wednesday arrives. The same heaviness. The same reluctance. The same feeling of having to push yourself through things that used to be easier. Maybe it isn't just work. Messages from friends feel like tasks. Things you used to enjoy now require effort. A hobby becomes another item on the list. Meeting someone feels like something you have to prepare for. Even resting starts to feel strangely unproductive. You have time. But you don't seem to have yourself.