Cursed, I Swear

I swear to Bejuebus, I’m cursed… or something On Thursday, while helping out the GOM, I managed to pull a muscle in my back. It was scream-worthy. Walking turned into hobbling, and driving? Forget it. Twisting, even turning my neck, was out of the question. I pushed through anyway, gritting my teeth to get things […]

The Cost of Helping

Well, the GOM has gone. I met every obligation I thought I had, and then some. I don’t regret helping. Truly. But I can’t do it like this again. Next time, the plan has to be different. It didn’t go well. We (I) had everything staged by the car, ready to load. But instead of […]

When Rest Feels Unsafe

Woke up at 7:30am with about 3.5 hours of sleep under my belt. No surprise, my body’s basically throwing a tantrum. “If you won’t rest, I’ll take your function,” it says. Fair enough. Motivation? Gone. But honestly, that makes sense. I’ve been daydreaming about taking two full days off to reset. Not some half-assed break […]

Still Not There Yet

Technically, the GOM’s supposed to leave tomorrow… but honestly? I think it’s going to be a few more days. We’re still not there yet. The good news? We’ve both gotten better at catching our frustration before it boils over. No yelling, no tears. Just quiet sighs and a lot of patience. I’m trying really hard […]

The Cost of Functioning

Monday kinda broke me. When you’re deep in burnout, it’s like your brain loses its filter. Every negative thought just slips in and sticks. Stuff that wouldn’t even blip on your radar on a good day suddenly feels massive, personal, and never-ending. And when there’s no finish line in sight, your nervous system doesn’t reset, […]

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