The Exhaustion of Running from Yourself
I spent months applying for jobs, convinced the next opportunity would finally fix everything — the exhaustion, the grief, the financial stress, the constant feeling of never being enough. But somewhere in the middle of all the striving, I realized maybe I wasn’t just running toward something better… maybe I was running from myself.
This post is about burnout, chronic pain, faith, loneliness, worthiness, and the difficult surrender of accepting that maybe I’m not stuck after all.
Maybe I’m planted.
I’m Fine… and yet, I’m Not
May is Mental Health Awareness Month, and while I’m proud of how far I’ve come in my journey with anxiety and depression, today is a reminder that growth doesn’t mean the struggle disappears. I know I’m blessed. I know I’ve come a long way. And still—I’m struggling. This is a real, unfiltered look at what it means to be “fine”… and not fine at all, and the truth that sometimes the most honest thing we can say is, “This just sucks right now.”