You're the one everyone relies on. Busy constantly, fulfilled rarely.
You second-guess decisions you used to make in a second, because somewhere along the way you stopped trusting yourself. You say yes when your whole body is screaming no. You're exhausted even after rest, because the exhaustion was never really physical.
You've read the books. You've saved the posts. You've started the 5am routine, the journal, the reset. Three weeks later you're back exactly where you started, quietly wondering what's wrong with you.
There's nothing wrong with you.
You're not lazy. You're not behind. You're just tired of performing a life instead of living one.