Your work, your life mission, really matters in the world, whether it’s art or advocacy, teaching or transformation, healing or helping - but it is sapping your energy instead of bringing the joy you used to feel 🥴

You flinch when you see an incoming notification, in case it’s yet another human who neeeeeeds something from you 😖

When people talk about joy or passion, you want to hit them upside the head with a brick - you already tried managing your feelings better, and that landed you in even worse misery 🤯

You don’t know whether to try rekindling the romance with the current gig, or jump ship and try something new - so here you stay, shuffling to work like an escapee from the Walking Dead and wishing it could be different 🧟‍♀️

You’re a champion for so many other people, but your own hyper-independence sees you hesitating to reach out - even when you’re the one in need of someone to take your side 🛡

It costs so much just to hold it all together - supplements, professional outfits, wine, takeout, massages, cigarettes, retreats, spiritual healing sessions, even your own core energy - something’s gotta give, and you’ve a horrible suspicion it might be you. 😵‍💫

You keep working yourself into the ground, even though your results are good, as though you’re still trying to prove that you’re good enough - and it’s frustrating AF because surely you shouldn’t need that validation … yet here you are 🙄

You’ve spent a long time working on your spiritual side and healing your trauma, but deep down you  STILL get swept away by critical thoughts, drowning in yet another shame spiral because dear god, I should have this figured out by now 😱