Things are good I guess on paper, but my soul is pooped… even when I see friends, I don’t feel much better.
Mentally, things have just been too much.
At work„ I feel a part of the community and an outsider at the same time.
At home, I feel like my day and schedule is subject to whatever everyone else has planned.
With some friends, I feel like there’s nothing to say and when I do say stuff, that I’m not being listened to.
I’m just a big ol debbie downer today.