I don’t know about you, but for the longest time, I was in a fog. Not the sleepy “I stayed up too late watching home renovation videos” kind of fog (though, guilty). I mean a heavy, heart-sinking kind of mental haze. I was going through the motions—wake up, work, scroll, sleep, repeat—feeling completely untethered from my own life.
I didn’t know what I wanted anymore. I had goals once, I think. But they were buried under burnout, people-pleasing, and the ever-growing weight of “shoulds.”
I should have it all together by now.
I should be more grateful.
I should be able to push through this.

