Tired. I don’t remember the last time I wasn’t tired. Not just your usual “man I wish I got more sleep last night” tired, but life tired.
Tired of processing events that have happened in the past few months, tired of being on all day every day, tired of being me.
I found myself telling my therapist that I didn’t want to be me anymore, because no matter what I do life happens and I end up back here in this place.
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