Off late, the words that accurately describe how I am doing include; tired, exhausted and now, I’d say burnt out — but that’s two words. But it’s just how I’ve been feeling — constantly tired, stressed, neither sad nor happy, always wondering how life will get from this point and hoping for the best.

I’m always hoping for the best though, hoping with the very tiny mustard seed-like faith I can muster, that all will be well. Having to constantly “braven up” to face every day is tiring in itself, needless to add the actual troubles of the real world to it. I sometimes wish that I could disappear from everything for a while, perhaps that could help to calm me down but that’s only in my imagination. In the real world, there’s no time for that so I have no choice than to brave it up.

In the midst of the mental chaos and tiredness and sadness too, I’ve come to find comfort in crying to God. I would say that’s the main reason I haven’t gone mental yet. It feels very comforting after I’ve cried and told God, “I feel so and so way, help me with this, this, that.” It actually does feel therapeutic and I’m super grateful that I have God on my side.

I still feel tired, and exhausted and burnt out, but I’m comforted that I have someone on my side at least. So hopefully it’ll be better soon. Perhaps it’s just all part of adulting, who knows?

Here’s to me and any other exhausted person, God has us ❤️. I saw this post on IG and thought I’d write and share too.