I worked two jobs for 2.5 years. Anywhere between 65-75 hours a week, every week. Late nights, early mornings. I still have not been able to find the words to describe the utter exhaustion, constant stress, and burn out that I was feeling in that time period.

Something doesn’t feel right. I don’t feel like myself.

I’m really burnt out at my job, and I didn’t think this day would ever happen…

Have you ever seen yourself through your dad’s eyes, a dad who hasn’t seen you in 20 years?

It’s so funny to hear the reactions from people when I tell them I’ve gained 20 pounds.

I leave for Montana in 2 days and idk what the fuck I was thinking when I booked that flight…?

This is the first weekend in a long time that I haven’t taken my laptop home from work.