I feel tired.

“The kind of tired that sleep doesn't fix. The kind that makes my body feel like a place I used to live. Like I'm burrowing into it for the day but don't quite belong there anymore. My feet move, but I don't remember telling them to. It's like I'm just being pulled forward by the day, by routine, by whatever it is that keeps me upright when all I want is to stop. The motions feel like second nature now. I've become so good at playing the part that I've almost forgotten I was ever anything else. I feel like a stranger in my own skin. A hollow thing, performing. Someone calls my name, and for a second, I don't recognize it. I hesitate before turning, like I'm not the one it's meant for. Like I have to remind myself that it is mine. That I am still here, even though it doesn't feel like it. I don't even remember how to stop, and I'm terrified that if I do, I might not know how to start again. So, I keep going because that's what you're supposed to do. That's what people do, right? You keep moving. But the truth is, I don't know where I'm going. I mean, I'm not sure if I'm walking through life anymore, or if life is just walking through me.” Saw this quote today and I’m not going to lie i felt it 😮‍💨🫣