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My Diary

I didn’t know whether I was sad or just burnt out

Dear Delyara, That was the whole problem today. I could tell something was wrong, but I couldn’t tell what the right name for it was. Sadness? Burnout? Loneliness? Hormones? Financial stress? Emotional fatigue? Some mixture of all of them? I think confusion is one of the hardest emotional states because you still suffer inside it, but you can’t even point clearly enough to ask for what you need. Today felt like fog. And I was too tired to push through it.

Anonymous