Anchored under the veil

He said it again last night — “You’re always sleeping,” like I spend my whole day doing nothing. But he doesn’t see the unspoken weight I carry: cooking, managing the children, thinking about school fees, keeping peace with his people, praying for him at midnight. I miss being praised for how hard I try. I’m not lazy… I’m just exhausted. My body is tired. My mind is tired. But my spirit? My spirit is still holding on.