I can’t tell what’s wrong anymore

Dear Delyara, That might be the deepest exhaustion of all. Is it my marriage? My body? My money stress? Burnout? Old grief? Anxiety? My pace? My loneliness? My age? My nervous system? A season? A warning? A pattern? Everything is touching everything else now. I don’t have one clean answer, and because I don’t have one clean answer, I keep delaying real change. It’s hard to make a brave move when the pain won’t sit still long enough for you to identify its true source. So I keep going. And I keep wondering whether “going” is making the confusion worse.