بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

Going to revisit my Gift tomorrow iA, hope is that the mortal parts of me might soon not be quite so empty. This Ramadan's been the strangest or hardest I can ever recall. A certain lethargy of the body and quietude of the heart feeling little, an inkling so many times I'm about to get sick, nearly always drained of energy, and then the fasting to compound the trial of what I'd already face with me being me. Forgive me ya Rabb, I ain't enough