It's hard to get out behind all of it, the screens.
I think maybe tomorrow I'll reach out or accept that invitation to get together. Meanwhile life keeps going on. Am I the only one that feels this way? Maybe it's my age, maybe it's because I'm empathetic, maybe it's because it's a deep tiredness that comes from life and bs sometimes. Maybe this is growth and I need to re-evaluated what rejuvenates my tired soul not what exhausts it. Maybe I will figure it out this time, maybe not.
I feel the pain. It's hard to make someone else understand, I don't have anyone in my life who can, but no worries, I make a story or a poem out of them. And now on a delusional note, if I become a successful writer it'll be thanks to those bad, sad feelings. See the positive end, I guess.
I am a Type A recovering perfectionist. The fatigue is REAL. Of course making myself rest is another story... Sometimes life is a lot. For me, prioritizing sleep makes all the difference. When I don't, the 💩 hits the ðŸª