She is tired, extremely exhausted.

Lying on the bed, she feels mildly amused as she experienced enjoyment at her tears trickling across her cheeks, her neck, and finally dripping slowly onto the pillow. Her hot eyes cooled for a second, and she refused to sit up. For that tiresome, weary feeling might dreadfully creep up upon her immediately, and she could almost feel the steam in her eyes coming back.

Sitting up finally, she stares blankly across the room. Thousands and thousands of emotions, thoughts, surged through her fleetingly, and she was at a loss.

Alexithymia. Yes, surely that was the best word to describe her current feeling.