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0x550c···aa1fMaybe it’s stress, or maybe I’m just burnt out. Or perhaps it’s something deeper, something I haven’t figured out yet. I wish I could pinpoint what’s wrong, find a way to fix it, but all I have is this vague sense of something being off, a lingering dissatisfaction that I can’t explain.
0x550c···aa1fAll day, it felt like I was on edge, like something was about to go wrong, even though nothing actually did. My mind kept racing, jumping from one worry to the next, each one more irrational than the last. It’s exhausting to feel like this, to have my thoughts constantly spiraling out of control. It’s like I’m trying to keep my head above water, but the waves just keep coming.
0x550c···aa1fThis morning started just like so many others recently—waking up tired. I don't know if it's the restless nights, the weight of too much on my mind, or just that I haven’t been getting to bed early enough. But whatever it is, I could feel the exhaustion in my mind as soon as I opened my eyes.
0x550c···aa1fAs the weeks went by, I tried to focus on the positives. We've spent more time together as a family, dreaming about the future. We've had movie nights, gone on vacation, and made the most of the warm weather in other ways. But still, I can't shake the feeling that something is missing—this summer was supposed to be different.
0x550c···aa1fWatching her grow, play and ask questions. Her bounless energy, smiling and jumping, is contagious. Wanting to spend time with me - wanting to play. Making me art and singing me songs to express her love. This is enough for me to keep going.