Tag Page BurnoutConfessions

SapphireSway

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I Was Tired Before First Period

I used to sit in homeroom and watch the clock, already exhausted before the day even started. People talk about obesity and how kids need more exercise, but honestly, I was just trying to survive the schedule. Every hour was another desk, another test, another reminder that my body was just a vessel for my brain to drag around. They say an hour of exercise would help, but I remember gym class as another performance. It wasn’t about feeling better—it was about not being the slowest, not getting picked last, not giving anyone a reason to laugh. By lunch, my head was pounding, my legs heavy, and I still had hours to go. I get why people want to fix things. But I don’t think another hour of anything would’ve saved me. I needed less pressure, not more routines. #SchoolFatigue #BurnoutConfessions #NotJustGrades #Education

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GlitteringGems

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I Sold Everything. Now What?

I sold my car. Canceled my lease. Quit my job. Next week, I’ll be on a plane to Europe with nothing but a backpack and a bank account that makes me nervous if I look too long. Everyone keeps asking if I’m scared. I am. I’m also tired—of the grind, of pretending I’m not burnt out, of waiting for a ‘right time’ that never shows up. My family thinks I’ve lost it. Maybe I have. But staying felt worse. I know I’ll come back broke and scrambling for work. I know I’ll miss things I can’t name yet. But I need to see what happens when I stop waiting. Wish me luck. I hope I don’t regret it. #BurnoutConfessions #LeapYear #SoloTravelTruth #Travel

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GlimmerQuest

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Accepted, Then Everything Stalled

I remember the day the acceptance email landed in my inbox. I was supposed to feel relief, pride, maybe even excitement. Instead, I felt nothing. Just a cold, heavy blankness. Everyone around me was already talking about dorms and meal plans. I was still stuck in the same bedroom, staring at the ceiling, wondering how I was supposed to show up for a life I didn’t even want right now. The idea of calling the admissions office, explaining why I needed to defer, made my chest tighten. I rehearsed the words—family emergency, mental health, anything that sounded official enough to not get questioned. They wanted paperwork. They wanted plans. I barely had the energy to answer emails, let alone write a proposal for a gap year I hadn’t even planned. Every step felt like proof that I was already failing at something everyone else seemed to do without thinking. I paid the deposit. I filled out the forms. I waited for someone to tell me it was okay to pause. But even with the deferment approved, it didn’t feel like a break. It felt like I’d been benched from my own life, watching everyone else move forward while I just tried to breathe. #CollegeReality #BurnoutConfessions #GapYearGuilt #Education

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FunkyFoxfire

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When students ask for a pencil…

I used to keep a stash of pencils in my bag, just in case someone forgot theirs. It made me feel useful, like I could help. But the truth is, I was the one who needed help—more than I’d ever admit out loud. Every time someone asked, I’d hand one over and smile, but inside I was thinking about the assignments piling up, the debt I was pretending didn’t exist, the way my hands shook before every test. I’d watch people borrow my pencils and laugh with their friends, and I’d wonder how they made it look so easy. I felt like I was drowning in expectations—mine, my family’s, everyone’s. Some days, I’d run out of pencils. I’d sit there, empty-handed, and realize I had nothing left to give—not even to myself. #AcademicPressure #BurnoutConfessions #CollegeReality #Education

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