If you take a second to look around you, you’ll realize you aren’t the only “victim.”
I've been battling emotional burnout for the past few months, unable to write a single blog post. To cope, I wrote ABOUT emotional burnout.
I’d ask myself, “What is wrong with you?" And I wished I could say, "Nothing is wrong." But I knew better.
I think, for many people, the hardest part of living, much like writing, is the criticism that comes with it.
Why did I share that? Do I just want validation? If so, from who? And why?
I felt nothing, mostly. And when I did feel, it wasn't sadness. It was terror.