Tired Tears

The memorial for my friend's son was two days ago. I had such a feeling of dread leading up to it. Partially because it's such a horrible thing to have to go to, and partially because she asked me to read during it. I agreed, initially thinking she wanted me to read a poem or something. Instead, she told me she wanted to read what she'd written about him. A few of my friends were very concerned, didn't think I should put myself through that. And they had a point--so many things about my friend losing her son have put me back 2.5 years to losing my daughter.

But as I always say, reading her message wouldn't be the hardest thing I'd ever done. So I did, started crying about halfway through and tried to maintain enough composure to remain coherent. Then I went back to my seat and completely broke down crying, literally on a friend's shoulder (my husband went up after me to read the dad's message). I doubt many people realized but I was reading those words to my girl. How could I do anything else?

Afterward, many people came up and told me what a great job I did. I think most of them were unaware how truly difficult it was. I had no idea what to say, other than thank you, and I only read what was given to me, I hope I did it justice. I thought this was the strangest thing. I was being complimented on...I don't even know what. Some people did say it was good of me to do this for my friend. Honestly, I found that odd also.

The strangest thing, however, is how I feel now. I've been getting to bed late because my 5-month old is teething and we're having trouble getting him to stay asleep. So I was in bed a bit late Sunday, had a big cup of coffee yesterday, and by 11 AM could barely keep my eyes open. I thought it was from being up with the baby so much, until my husband came home and asked if I was exhausted. Then I realized it was from the experience of the memorial, the same buildup and release as all the dates associated with my daughter, her birthday, her death, and so on.

This morning, I was so tired I just couldn't get up to do my planned workout. Most mornings, I'm up with the baby around 5 AM and then debate with myself at 6:30 whether a half hour workout or half hour of sleep would be better for me. The workouts usually win out, but today the sleep did. And I'm STILL tired. I suppose I need to come up with something else. There's something about our brains and bodies (some of us, anyway) that makes us sleepy when faced with hard situations. And even once we get through them, we're still sleepy. I don't know if this is depression, some sort of protective reflex, or just exhaustion from the emotional daily grind.

Whatever the cause, I absolutely hate feeling this way and am hoping I find some way to at least reduce it. I need to check in with my friend as I'm wondering whether she's feeling the same exhaustion.