day115 - who helps the helpdesk?
There are no new or novel ways to express the depths of my exhaustion. The demands of my job, my social life, and staying alive (and awake) have become too much.
People keep needing things from me, and I am not equipped to help with that.
I'm ill-equipped to prop up the mental wellbeing of the people around me— a task I haven't been doing very well at anyway, only helping where I can, but that's proven to be insufficient. This will probably fuck me over, cause me to lose the last friends I have.
I work (barely). I sleep. I eat. I do it over again with little to no enrichment.
I hope that someday soon I just collapse, and then people will realise how bad things have been for so long.