Sara

I sighed as the elevator doors slid open. Every time I came into this office, I was more like a zombie than the last time. I felt exhausted, but then, I always seemed to feel exhausted lately.

It wasn't that I wasn't getting enough sleep-it was actually hard for me to peel myself out of bed. But no amount of sleep seemed to be enough to lift this weight off of my chest.

I offered the receptionist a slight smile as I shuffled past her desk and ...