Just Plain Tired
I’m not weak, not broken—just exhausted. Every day, I push forward, rebuilding a life I can tolerate while carrying the weight of my past. The pain is relentless, but so am I. I endure, not because I want to, but because I must.
I’m not weak, not broken—just exhausted. Every day, I push forward, rebuilding a life I can tolerate while carrying the weight of my past. The pain is relentless, but so am I. I endure, not because I want to, but because I must.
How do you know when resting becomes quitting? When is it okay to stop striving and just exist? I’ve spent my life pushing through crises, proving my worth, and achieving—always achieving. But now, maybe, I just want to be. Is that enough?
Contrary to the advice to ‘just learn to be alone,’ humans are wired for connection. From prison bans on solitary confinement to the Surgeon General’s warning on loneliness, it’s clear: social isolation damages us deeply. True companionship is not optional; it’s essential.
Struggling with the balance between self-care and parental duties, I face the harsh reality of choices impacting my children and myself. My decision to prioritize healing and authenticity conflicts with expectations, leaving me questioning whose needs should take precedence.
Feeling trapped by rejection and societal expectations, the narrator reflects on career struggles and mental health. Amid contemplating the numbing effects of psychiatric medication, they grapple with identity, creativity, and the desire for authenticity in a “Brave New World.” Hope lies in redefining purpose beyond societal norms.
Navigating life’s challenges is tough, especially when the path forward seems blocked by external factors. Despite facing soul-crushing jobs and a toxic past relationship, I’m determined to chase my dreams of becoming a screenwriter. The journey is hard, but the potential reward is immense.
Today is one of the hard days. Waking up in tears, haunted by nightmares, and overwhelmed by despair, my hands won’t stop shaking. Struggling with PTSD, I navigate the chaos within, hoping to find solace and the strength and courage to speak the unspeakable.
It’s a terrible feeling, not belonging anywhere, only being tolerated for conforming to the expectations of others. My journey to authenticity has been a struggle, especially raising privileged children while confronting my own past of poverty and suppression. Yet for all that I currently feel hopeless, I am working harder than ever to bring the me that lives inside my head to life.
Forty was a devastating year. Betrayal, loss, and disillusionment consumed me. Now, at forty-one, I face an uncertain future, but I write for my children, hoping to inspire the young to fight for a better world to prevent the incipient apocalypse.
In a heartfelt revelation, the author reflects on a journey from being labeled as aggressive and defensive to seeking a softer, gentler self amidst life’s adversities. From a challenging childhood to the struggles of adulthood and professional life, the narrative explores the desire for change and healing, culminating in a day of peaceful resistance and self-care.