It’s all manageable until it isn’t

Dear Delyara, That’s how I keep getting caught. Each thing, on its own, is manageable. One email. One bill. One deadline. One conversation. One request. One piece of admin. One family thing. One practical problem. Individually, none of them justify the level of exhaustion I feel. Together, they flatten me. I think many adults live under a kind of stress that doesn’t sound dramatic enough to be respected, but quietly consumes the whole nervous system anyway.