Lately, whenever I am not working, I feel tired all the time and unmotivated to do anything. Even things I like doing. I almost have to force myself to do these things. It’s quite difficult. I don’t even know if it’s a good idea. However, I want to get my life to a point where I am happy with how things are.
What can I do, when I still have to meet the demands of life? I’m honestly struggling a lot with getting normal daily chores and self-care tasks done. This has in part, been going on for some months now. I was previously in a job that was quite unfulfilling. Even now, I don’t like what I’m doing but it is a little better. I have an idea on what I want to do in the future. But it will require a year or two, to reach properly.
In the meantime, I have to attempt to self-regulate, which is really difficult. While taking on some new challenges at the same time. Not to mention, social demands as well. I want time off from work for awhile, but I can’t take it off. I will be getting time off a bit into next year. For now, I just have to put up with the demands I have to reach. Living independently has a degree of strain to it. But it’s better than living with my parents.
Has anyone got any ideas on how I can manage this? I don’t know how I’m going to manage my way through these things. I’m honestly dreading it.
I feel this from time to time, and for me it’s a very chemical feeling that comes about due to not enough sleep and (unhelpfully) not enough caffeine.
I also feel it if I’ve not been dong anything to stimulate myself mentally lately. Create something, anything.
The burnout aspect comes in the form of wanting to eject yourself when trying to do anything creative. It’s a difficult place to be in. Trying to force through just adds more strain and honestly doesn’t make anything better. Finding the causes for the burnout and addressing them is more effective from my experience.
I used to think like that too, until I realised that the importance of my underlying issues waxed/waned with the moon cycle. I’m a chemical being, sad to admit it, but it’s there.