I finished. I’m done, I completed everything. I’m tired, I did it all, it was so hard, and everything aches.

My feet, tired from the dancing.

My mouth, tired from the smiling.

My legs, tired from pushing and pushing my body.

My head, tired from thinking of ways to make my friends and family laugh.

But here I am. I’d rather feel this feeling of pain and also relief than any other kind of pain.

My mind, tired from the anxiety and stress.

My fingers, sore from the cracking.

My leg, tired from the bouncing from anxiety.

My nails, broken from the picking.

My eyes, tired from the 5 hours of scrolling on social media.

This can also be pain. Choose your kind of difficult.