I hate how tired I feel at this age . Not the physical kind … the one that sits in your chest for no reason . The kind you wake up with before the day even begins . I am too young to feel this drained , too young to feel like I’ve already lived a lifetime of stress and expectations. But somehow the weight keeps building . And I keep pretending it is normal . Maybe that is the part that hurts the most . How easily I’ve learned to carry things I was never meant to hold at this age .
I’m not in my best mental health right now. Life is so full of burdens and pressures that I no longer find my favourite things exciting. Lately, I haven’t asked for much. I woke up every day wanting and hoping to be okay.