i spent most of my life trying not to disappoint people. saying yes, being useful, staying available, making myself easy to rely on. lately, i don’t care as much anymore. if someone leaves because i stopped exhausting myself to keep them comfortable, i think i can finally let them.
i don’t really know when it happened.
somewhere between growing up, trying to keep up, and being tired for longer than i realised, i went from someone who was curious about everything to someone who struggles to start anything.
the weird part is that i still want things.
i just don’t always know how to reach the version of me who used to go after them.
another teammate is leaving, and somehow i barely reacted. no panic, no anger. just this invisible pressure slowly building in my head while i pretend everything is fine. i don't know how much longer i can keep carrying things like this. the project might fail. i'll deal with it when it happens. quitting, though, hasn't crossed my mind.
recently, even the smallest things have started bothering me. a late reply. a slightly different tone. a conversation that suddenly feels exhausting.
i want people close, but somehow i keep pushing them away.
idk if it's burnout, overthinking, or just my brain running out of patience. maybe i'm not losing interest in people. maybe i'm just tired.