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Nights. Washed. Empty.

Sleep has been hard to come by lately. With my kidneys no longer working and life shaped around thrice‑weekly dialysis, you’d imagine that the hours after treatment—when the blood is cleaned and the body should feel lighter—might bring some rest. But even then, sleep doesn’t come.

It’s a strange kind of exhaustion: tired in every way except the one that lets you drift off. Naming it doesn’t fix it, but it does feel like a small act of honesty in the middle of the night.


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