I love this concept of being hospitalized for exhaustion. Because I like to know that when you’re just so tired that your brain is tired, your cells are tired, your hair is tired—so tired that, you’re exhausted even—you can check yourself in somewhere and rest.
Maybe like when you’re the mother or father of three-month-old twins. Or when you’ve just been to war. Or have worked 21 days straight at ground zero. Or are suffering from postpartum transition or depression. Or work three jobs to support a single-parent family. Or maybe even when you have three kids going in 47 different directions, all the while asking why they can’t do more, know more, go more.
Or. Really, and most likely, when you’ve worked your body to the limit every day of your life for only the crumbs of benefit.
But sadly, these are not the individuals who usually get to experience the perks of a hospital (or any kind of) rest.
So, don’t you wish you were the boss of deciding who gets to be hospitalized for exhaustion?