The other day seemed like a never-ending cycle of work until exhaustion hit me, leaving me yearning for sleep. I couldn't bring myself to rest because I feared that in those quiet moments, the painful memories of my past would flood back, haunting me once again.
As I toiled away, my phone suddenly lit up with a message from Sophie. "Hey girl. How are you there? Did you sleep well last night?" was the first text I received and the second was "I am hoping you did so because I knew today, you were working your ass off. Get a rest!" I chuckled at her text because I imagined how she said it. She probably narrowed her eyes as she seriously scolded me. She is urging me to take a break from the relentless work. "Yes, I slept well," I texted back, despite feeling more isolated in this place compar
