I lay in bed crying. My head hurt from sobbing and my eyes were raw and swollen. I had been crying for hours and I was exhausted. I didn’t have the mental or physical strength to even get out of bed. I grabbed my laptop and sent out a few quick emails to all the people who expected me to show up at varying times that day and explained that I wasn’t going to be able to make it.
I was tired, frustrated, and overwhelmed.
I had so much going on. I knew I had taken on too much, and I felt stuck because I found myself with too many obligations. I was a few years into my PhD program. I was teaching a university class. I had a weekend job as a hospital social worker. And I had just opened a therapy private practice. I was tapped out.