Most days, you’re simply holding it together. You’re never quite okay. You wake up with some energy, but not a full tank. You get through what you have to do. By the end of the day, you’re running on fumes.
Small things take more effort than they should. Tasks you used to handle easily now feel heavier. By the time something unexpected comes up, you're already stretched thin.
You’re not exhausted all the time. You’re just constantly running low. You try to recover when you can. A lighter day helps a little. A quieter weekend helps a little. But nothing ever fully refills your tank.
You start the next day already a bit depleted.
