Aimlessly floating.

<p>Words escape me so often that I&rsquo;m back to using them in their simplest forms. I&rsquo;m tired of being awake. I&rsquo;m tired of breathing in and out. I&rsquo;m tired of begging people to give a shit. I&rsquo;m tired of bearing the brunt of reality. People dump their insecurities and fears at my feet and task me with absorbing their discomfort. I&rsquo;m already in a perpetual arm-wrestling match with my brain, except my brain has resorted to kicking my curled-up body in the corner while I&rsquo;m too overstimulated to move.</p> <p>The past four years of my life have been nothing short of transformative. I&rsquo;m removing lids, opening doors, sifting through cupboards, sweeping out attics, raking leaves, decluttering my bookshelves, and unlearning decades of internalized bullshit that I was force-fed for three decades. I can&rsquo;t unsee, unhear, or unlearn any of this shit. It&rsquo;s too, three, four much.</p> <p><a href="https://pot8um.medium.com/im-tired-86081ecdb988"><strong>Learn More</strong></a></p>
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