Rant
I hear the weight in my own words. It sounds like I'm carrying a heavy burden, one I initially embraced but that has now left me feeling exhausted and isolated. It's that deep weariness that makes me long to escape, to just be still and quiet, free from the constant demands of life. I'm grieving for a younger self I wish I could have guided differently—to slow down, to breathe, and to not feel the immense pressure to accomplish everything at once. It feels like my life started too early, and now I'm caught in a current that's moving too fast. The hardest part seems to be the quietness of my struggle. I feel like I'm crying out for help, but the sound is so soft that no one can hear it, and even when they do, the relief is only temporary.