You could be the best sexual mechanic in the world, but if you can't read the emotional road signs, you're going to end up wandering around in a desolate labial wasteland until, eventually, you drop from exhaustion, hot tears of confusion streaming down your face.
Only what was right in front of me, around me, under me: rocky paths, cedar aroma, turbulent stream-crosses, sun, moon, day, night, exhaustion, sleep, black breakfast tea, energy, next trek, bird song, an occasional moose.
On the road leading up to the border medical teams treated a steady stream of people, mainly for injuries sustained from walking and heat exhaustion.
I've received endless streams of emails from people wanting to walk out through sheer exhaustion and lack of support, just turning to whoever they can for some advice, perhaps reassurance.
There were nights where I would lean back on the bed, tears streaming from my face, my entire body trembling and quaking with sheer exhaustion.
Burnt by the sun, blistered with thirst and weak from exhaustion, thousands of Yazidis fled the mountain on which they had been trapped for a week, streaming into Iraq's northern Kurdistan region after a harrowing escape from extremist fighters.
Self-reported exhaustion.
Heat exhaustion was diagnosed.
My exhaustion was palpable.
