Hi Visionary,

"Sorry, I can't make brunch," I texted, lying on the couch.

My friend replied, "Really, again!?"

I was trying not to cry from the sting of disappointing my friend, but from pure mental exhaustion.

It was a sunny Saturday morning in July and one of my closest friends had invited me to a breezy patio brunch, something we used to do without thinking.

But I couldn't say yes. Not because I had more to do, but because I had nothing left to give.

That week?