How Much More Can One Person Take?
There comes a point where your life starts to feel less like living and more like long-haul emotional freight work. You wake up already tired. Not “I stayed up too late watching documentaries and scrolling Etsy” tired. Bone tired. Spirit tired. The kind of exhaustion that settles into your joints and starts paying rent. And yet somehow, the bills still need paid. The phone still rings. People still need answers. Work still expects performance. Laundry still multiplies like a cursed spell gone wrong. The world does not pause because your soul is limping. That’s the part nobody talks about. People love resilience when they’re watching it from the outside. They’ll call you strong because they don’t see the cost. They see you functioning. They see you showing up. They see you cracking jokes, answering emails, making appointments, handling crises, carrying responsibilities that would flatten half the population like a possum on the interstate. What they don’t see is the private col...