Burned Out & Over It

On certain days, I experience a sense of automatism. I wake up, get moving, and by the end of the day, I’ve crossed off a million boxes of unfinished tasks. There’s always more to do. There’s always someone depending on me. And yet, somehow, I’m still tired—not from action, but from carrying the weight of everyone else’s world while trying to keep my own afloat.

Parenting in these moments feels like trying to read emotions through foggy glass. You reach out, but the reflection looking back doesn’t always understand your language of love.

And yet, I remind myself: I am not just the teacher here—I’m also the student. Every meltdown, every misunderstanding, and every quiet drive home is a lesson in patience, humility, and repair.