I just don’t feel like myself.

I’m impatient. I’m sensitive. I’m angry, sad, and somehow unsure of what I’m even upset about. The smallest comments land harder than they should, and I find myself choosing silence because I don’t fully trust my emotions enough to respond.

I recently got laid off. After spending over eight years building a career, showing up, solving problems, and being responsible for so much, suddenly that chapter is over.

And while I’ve been focused on what’s next, I don’t think I’ve given myself enough time to process what just happened.

I think that’s where this feeling of being unfinished comes from. I’m somewhere between grieving what was and figuring out what will be.

But life doesn’t stop while you sort through your feelings.

I’m still a wife. A mother. A person with responsibilities, expectations, and people who need me. And I love those people. I love my life.

I just want a few days of nothingness. No decisions. No expectations. No one needing anything from me. Not because I want to escape my life, but because I need a moment to catch up with myself. So I’m planning this time. Not like I have a job to work around rn 😂😅🫠

I’m realizing that being resilient doesn’t mean being unaffected. And just because I’m capable of moving forward doesn’t mean I’ve fully processed what I’m moving on from.

Not every emotion needs an immediate response. Not every difficult day needs to become a lesson.

Sometimes, I just need to be a person having a hard day.

And let that be enough.

I will be posting my drafts. And writing myself out of this funk.