You’re Not Lazy. You’re Carrying Too Much.

(And Why Your Exhaustion Deserves a Name, Not a Fix)

Have you ever looked at your to-do list and felt a kind of heaviness you couldn’t explain?

Not just tired.
Not just unmotivated.
But pulled down by something that didn’t have a name.

You think, I should be able to handle this.
It’s not that much.
Other people are doing more.
Why can’t I just get up and do it?

And somewhere under that … the word lazy starts to whisper.

But you’re not lazy.
You’re carrying too much.
And you’ve been carrying it alone for longer than you realise.

It Doesn’t Look Like Overwhelm. That’s Why It’s So Hard to Name.

You’re still showing up.
You’re still replying.
You’re still keeping the lights on, metaphorically and otherwise.

But everything takes longer now.
Everything feels heavier.

The messages.
The errands.
The decisions.
The invisible energy it takes to look like you’re coping when you’re actually just pushing through.

This isn’t a lack of discipline.
It’s high-functioning burnout and it hides well behind a smile.

I Thought I Was Just Bad at Being an Adult

That everyone else had figured out how to balance their energy.
That I was the only one who needed this many breaks just to stay upright.

But it wasn’t about being unmotivated.
It was about how much I was holding emotionally before I even touched the tasks in front of me.

The unresolved conversations.
The worry I didn’t voice.
The care work no one saw.
The mental tabs open that no one else could close.

No wonder I couldn’t focus.
No wonder I needed more rest than I thought I should.

You’re Not Underperforming. You’re Overloaded.

Laziness assumes you don’t care.
But if you’re here, reading this, you care deeply.
That’s part of the weight.

You care about doing well.
About not letting people down.
About being dependable.

You’ve likely built your entire identity on being able to handle more than most.

But even strong systems crash when the load becomes unsustainable.

You’re not broken.
You’re saturated.

You Don’t Need to Push Harder. You Need to Feel Safe Enough to Rest.

And that kind of rest isn’t just sleep.
It’s permission.

Permission to stop keeping score.
Permission to do one thing slowly instead of five things badly.
Permission to cancel.
To delay.
To disappoint.

Not because you’re lazy.
But because you’ve reached your edge.
And continuing past it only teaches your body that you’ll never listen.

So listen now.

You're not failing.
You're full.

And you’re allowed to stop carrying all of it just to prove you can.

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