You’re so good at so many things in your life. Figuring things out, powering through, making it happen. You’re used to just applying yourself to any issue or situation and finding a resolution.
But you just can’t seem to figure your way out of the way you’ve been feeling. The funk. The distracting, heart-palpitating, seemingly endless worry. The complications of not being able to just say no to others, even when you’re stretched too thin yourself.
The unsupportive relationship, one that’s perhaps a repeat of the one before it. The childhood hardships that still haunt. The little everyday events and situations that really are of no consequence, but nevertheless seem to trip you up and set you off, derailing your day.