One night, after doomscrolling some heartbreaking news for an hour, I slammed my phone down and just started crying.
Not cute, movie-style tears.
Ugly, exhausted, can’t-breathe sobbing.
I felt fried. Fractured.
And so, so ashamed.
This wasn’t the life I wanted.
And I realized something I hadn’t wanted to admit:
I didn’t have a “motivation” problem. I had a nervous system that was completely overloaded.
I wasn’t lazy.
I was overstimulated, emotionally numb, and deeply lonely.