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.