I am here doing my very best at everything I attempt
So very tired, keep pushing forward till the end
The work is never done, there’s always more to do
Where I once felt expertise, now I cannot move
I walk through heavy depressive fog, so draining
The world looks darker, I can’t stop crying
Panic attacks come now, I cannot breathe
I fall. Cannot go on. My kids watching me
I stop. Enough is just enough. Too much.
I put responsibilities aside now, but…,
I am told I am a cop out, pathetic
Not trying, failing, no time to be sick
I yell too much, everyone says so
They point the finger, not helping though
Because I am living on burnout fumes
I felt not important enough to love me too
It was me. I’ve been treating myself this way lots
Pushing uphill battles, I cannot keep it up that long
I meditate when I “should” be working, when else can I?
Such a lot of big energy inside, words, my needs, my time
We deserve time to sit still, simmer, enjoy and create
Imagine beautiful things, make them look great
Surely it doesn’t have to be as hard as all that, does it?
When did I forget how to have fun? Lost myself a bit