Ah, burnout. I’ve written about it before, and I’m writing about it again.
It’s an exhausting place. it really is.
It makes just existing utterly exhausting.
Years of passing, years of existing take a toll.
I am tired.
I am worn out.
I am weary.
Years of passing wear me down.
No more, I say, no more.
For I am burned out.
For I am broken.
For I am lost.
For I am struggling with basic self care.
Because of years of passing.
Because of years of trying.
It’s not a good thing.