there have been plenty of rough times this year. but never have i felt so close to a breakdown as i have during these past few weeks. and it’s not any one thing but the confluence of so many stressors and expectations, both personal and professional. sometimes i just feel like i’m being pulled back and forth and apart, without a chance to pause and reflect on or even enjoy the present.
at the same time, i feel guilty about even complaining about my life when so many people have it so much worse. i have the luxury of worrying about finding a job that makes me happy rather than one that makes money. i have the privilege of being in a profession which involves instant connection with people during their best and worst times.
