When the City of Lights burns you out

We got an email at work today, outlining several signs that you’re suffering from some sort of mental health issue. There were easily 20 signs listed.

I checked off at least 2/3 of them.

Being in this city has been great, for the most part. But there’s the stress of having to get my paperwork done. Of furnishing my place. Of adapting to the new job. Of adapting to the new job’s hours. Of dealing with the loneliness that hits once in a while. Of … well, uprooting my old life and starting over.

And while there are a lot of adventures ahead (hello, London at the end of the month!), there’s also a lot on my mind.

The result — I’m often tired. I’m often occupied with work. I’m often slow to respond to people.

I make no apologies for that. As with everyone, I need my alone time to recharge. I love me some good Netflix or YouTube, and I need to make time for that. Also, grocery shopping, and cleaning, and general rest.

Some of you might have noticed that it’s taking me a lot longer than usual to get back to you. There are no apologies for that. I see your message, and I will respond. I also appreciate people checking in on me — feel free to do so anytime.

But I’ve been everything to everyone before, and I can’t do that anymore. Right now, I’m not sure I can be anything to anyone.

I will improve, as I always do. And I will continue to have a good time while here. But I will also be focusing on myself. Because that’s a task I have historically been very bad at.

I’ll post a happier recap of the past few days, probably tomorrow. But for now, it’s good night. Bed is sounding really nice right now.