You snap at the people you love.
Your fuse is short. Little things become big things. And then the guilt kicks in.
You feel tired even after a full night’s sleep.
Your body is wired but exhausted. Rest doesn’t feel restful.
You have no space for joy.
You can’t remember the last time you belly laughed or did something just for fun.
Your health is on the back burner.
Movement, nourishment, good habits, they all become “tomorrow’s problem.”
You’re constantly “on.”
Even when you stop working, your mind doesn’t. There’s no true off-switch.
Your relationships feel strained or distant.
You’re either withdrawing or over-giving and neither feels good.
You feel disconnected from yourself.
It’s like you’re going through the motions. Living, but not really here.
You avoid the mirror.
Not because of how you look but because you don’t want to face what’s real.
You dread Mondays (and most other days).
Everything feels like a slog, a drain, a never-ending to-do list.
You scroll more than you speak.
Screens become your escape. Numbing replaces nourishing.
You’ve stopped dreaming.
There’s no vision, no goal, no fire. Just “get through the week.”
Your money habits are reactive.
You overspend to feel better or hoard out of fear. Either way, there’s no ease.
You ghost your passions.
The hobbies, books, classes, or creative things that used to light you up? Collecting dust.
You feel low-level resentment about everything.
Your job, your partner, your responsibilities, even your calendar pisses you off.
You keep thinking, “something’s gotta give.”
But nothing will unless you do something about it.
