Anonymous 20

I’m 45 and honestly, I’m just tired, tired in a way that feels like it goes down to my bones. Work used to give me purpose, but now it just feels like one long day that never ends. I can’t remember the last time I really laughed, you know? Like not just a polite chuckle, but a real belly laugh that leaves you breathless. Even when I try to take time for myself, it doesn’t seem to help—my mind is always racing, thinking about what needs to get done and what I’m falling behind on. I look in the mirror and I barely recognize the guy staring back, like he’s lost something important along the way. I don’t know what comes next, but I guess I’ll just keep showing up, even if I’m not sure why anymore.