Morning at the Scotts Bluff National Monument.
I’m tired of life’s interactions. I’m tired of the ruts. I’m tired of the expectations. I’m tired of wanting to do more, but mentally, cannot.
I’m tired and not because my iron levels will never be higher than the low end of normal. I’m not suicidal. I’m not depressed. But I am tired of the every day.
I’ve been working full-time since before I was a teenager. Doing what was expected of me, regardless of whether I felt it was fair.
I’m tired of never feeling like I fit in. I’m tired of worrying what will happen when I do.
I’m tired being on a budget. I’m tired from being tired and missing out while struggling to keep my head above the waters of doubt, rejection and negativity.