Some days I feel like I have nothing left to give—but I show up anyway. Not because things are going great, but because I owe it to myself (and my dogs) to keep going. This post is a small piece of that.
I’m writing this because therapy’s expensive, and yelling into the void is free.
Life lately has been… a lot. I’ve sold shirts. Posted content. Tried to be funny, relatable, inspiring—whatever version of myself might maybe get some traction. And what did it get me? One friend buying a shirt, a few pity likes, and me, still hustling for any way to stay afloat.
I know most people don’t come online hoping to read about someone else’s burnout. It’s not fun content. But this is where I’m at right now—and I figured I’d show up as I am, instead of pretending I’ve got it all together.
The one thing that keeps me going is my girls. I’ve got five dogs who don’t care if I’m “successful.” They just want belly rubs, breakfast, and to be near me. They don’t know how hard I’m trying to hold everything together—but they’re the reason I keep trying at all.
This isn’t a success story. It’s just a “still alive” story. And honestly, sometimes that’s enough.
If you’re out there trying and still coming up short, I see you.
Me too.
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