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.
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.
My panic attacks are debilitating, impacting my work and personal life. Overcoming childhood trauma, a nasty divorce, and severe mental health challenges, I’m finally seeking professional help. This is my journey towards healing, with new resolutions for a better future.