Burnout has me mourning a self I cannot seem to get back to. The hardest part is how ordinary it looks from the outside. Nothing dramatic happened and somehow everything changed anyway. I miss being easier to find inside my own day. There are days it feels like my life kept going but my inner weather did not get the memo. It is a lonely thing to grieve what other people call a phase. I am grieving a future that slowly disappeared while I was busy being responsible. I am grieving a future that slowly disappeared while I was busy being responsible. There are days it feels like my life kept going but my inner weather did not get the memo. The hardest part is how ordinary it looks from the outside.
For the future that did not happen