Recently, I’ve started to notice a quiet grief.
It’s not loud.
It doesn’t shout.
It sits underneath everything.
It’s the grief of realising:
I’m not going to be able to do everything I once thought I could.
The Pressure to Prove Myself
For a long time, I’ve carried this feeling that I need to prove myself.
That if I just do enough…
achieve enough…
push enough…
Then I’ll finally feel like I’m allowed to be here.
Like I’ve earned my place.
What Happens When I Push Too Far
But there’s a cost to that.
When I try to live like that, something happens in my body.
I become overwhelmed.
Everything feels like too much.
My head starts to pound.
I feel irritated.
I don’t want to be around anyone.
And the strangest part is…
I feel like a child again.
Small.
Helpless.
Like I can’t cope with the world in front of me.
The Moment Everything Shuts Down
In those moments, the only thing that helps is to lie down.
To step away.
To do nothing.
And a part of me hates that.
It feels like failure.
It feels like I’m falling behind.
The Truth I’m Starting to See
But I’m starting to see something differently.
That state doesn’t come from doing too little.
It comes from trying to be too much.
Two Parts Pulling in Different Directions
There are two parts of me.
One that wants a steady, simple life.
One that wants to prove I’m worthy of existence.
And when the second one takes over, I pay for it.
Every time.
Grieving What I Thought I Had to Be
So maybe the real work isn’t pushing harder.
Maybe it’s grieving.
Letting go of the idea that I have to become everything
to be enough.
What Actually Works
Because the truth is…
When I slow down,
when I take one step at a time,
when I look after myself properly…
Life actually works.
Not perfectly.
But well enough.
A Small Shift
I don’t need to prove anything today.
I don’t need to catch up.
I don’t need to become a different person.
Final Thought
I just need to take the next step.
And let that be enough.