Haven’t turned the oven on in weeks, which used to be the thing that got me through hard semesters, not something I’d drop because of one.
Therapist put a word on what’s been going on since summer, burnout, and I’m only just letting that be true instead of pushing through it like I usually do.
Lying awake long after midnight most nights, mind looping through deadlines I haven’t even opened.
Canceled on a friend again this week, felt awful about it, then took days to even text back and explain.
Wedding invitations keep landing on top of all this and I can’t think about travel or any of it without wanting to lie back down.
I know the bread thing sounds small… but not wanting to do the one thing that used to feel like mine is the part actually getting to me.