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