This past year has been a psychological whirlwind. If I knew myself today, 5 years ago, I would’ve thought, “man, this chick has her shit together”.
I mean, yes and no.
I just finished a divorce. I have to sell my house. My pets are middle aged. My parents are ancient. I’m still fat. I’m in a fairly new ever evolving relationship. Least of all, the world is collapsing around ALL of us.
I’m tired. Everyone is. I’m so depressed that my creative spark is back but I have no energy for anything that actually matters. I feel like I’m failing.
I’ve clawed my way up from a hell much lower than this. I’m just tired.