Unable to hide my feelings and emotions, what you see is what you get. Can you tell what I'm thinking here? If your first guess was "to hell with the morning, get me some coffee," then yes, you're right. But it's also much more than that.

When I look at my face in this picture, it really sums up the last few months for me. I'm chronically exhausted, stressed to the max and beyond tired, and yet I'm trying to find something to make me smile, which is getting harder every day. My work as a creator, which has always brought me so much joy, no longer sustains me. Last May, when I turned 26, I felt like I was getting hard and where I should have been after facing what I thought was my worst burnout , and soon I was feeling lost again, like a little girl. How does this happen?

Burnout doesn't cover what I felt. Without realizing it myself, I have slipped into a depression-like swamp from which I am stuck in the mud, and I am finding it increasingly difficult to try to get out on my own. I know I need help, but I'm pushing everyone away.

Inspired by my horrific experience with stranded whales in November, and now that my insomnia is back in full swing, my anxiety keeps me company every waking hour, and the rigorous schedule I just couldn't give up, I only blame myself. to get to this point.

Living in a competitive world, if you're not "busy" or "great" than you're "lazy" and "unsuccessful," and the pressure of this path I was on is often stifling, and it often feels like my creativity. gone forever. Without myself realizing it, I have made a habit of showing only the allure of my world. Obsessed with success and staying on top of the industry I love, I forgot my roots in imperfection.