I wish I could explain how tiring it is to live inside a head that never fully rests. Even during happy moments, there are thoughts, never ending cycle
Thug it out gangsta. The Universe is not against you. It is refining you. Storms don’t come to break you. They come to baptize the version of you that’s ready to rise.
my therapist told me, "stop assuming people are mad at you. Stop attempting to read people's minds. stop trying to manage the thoughts and emotions of others. let people be in charge of themselves. if they have something to say to you they will and if they don't it is their responsibility not yours. overthinking kills happiness" and that hit me like a brick.
As a childless adult it is my duty to embrace hobbies and pastimes that my peers cannot, as they have sacrificed their free time to maintain the population. I must vibe and chill, and do fun things, in their honour
I actually don't want to climb any corporate ladders. I don't care about job titles. I don't need accolades.
I just want to have income to fund my lifestyle, not be depressed, help other people, and be around good humans.