From everything. From people, from work, from responsibilities, from human contact. There are just times when I wish I could disappear for months where no one can reach me or find me.
I’m just so tired.
Tired of fumbling through my thoughts. Plans I never followed. Dreams I never pursued. Fears I haven’t conquered. Places I haven’t been.
Things should be exciting for me right now, at least workwise. I should be filled with drive, but I’m overwhelmed by dread. I don’t feel like this is where I want to be right now, or what I’m meant to do.
I feel tethered to things that I thought I chose, but now seem to suck the life out of me. One of my resolutions this year was to be more of a “Yes” person, but as it turns out, I was almost happier when I turned things down.