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ME: I wake up already feeling behind. Before I even get out of bed, my brain is making a list. Work. School. The house. My child. My relationship. My family. Appointments. Responsibilities. Things I forgot yesterday. Things I can’t forget today. I tell myself I just need to manage my time better. If I can do everything well enough, nobody will be disappointed in me. So I start trying. WORK: They’re good at their job, but sometimes things take longer than they should. They want to make sure they understand everything. They don’t want to ask a stupid question. They don’t want to send something worded incorrectly. They don’t want anyone to think they’re incapable. They check again. And sometimes they’re so focused on avoiding mistakes that it becomes harder to actually focus. Everyone else moves on. They don’t. ME: My child needs me while I’m working. I stop. Now I’m thinking about work. I feel guilty because I’m not working. Then I realize I’m thinking about work while I’m with my child. Now I feel guilty about that too. So I try harder to be present. Except now I’m monitoring whether I’m being present enough. I’m watching myself parent instead of just parenting. MY CHILD: My parent is here. But sometimes they’re looking at a computer. Sometimes they’re looking at a phone. Sometimes I have to get their attention more than once. “One second.” I don’t understand deadlines. I don’t understand assignments. I don’t understand why the house needs to be clean. I just know I want them. Maybe eventually I stop asking because they’re always busy. ME: That possibility destroys me. So I try to make up for it. I give my child more attention. But everything else is still waiting. Now I’m behind. So I try harder. MY PARTNER: They’re doing schoolwork again. I know it’s important. I know work is important too. But sometimes I miss my partner even when they’re sitting right next to me. I’ll start telling them something and realize they’re still looking at the computer. “Did you hear me?” “Yeah.” But I can tell their mind is somewhere else. Sometimes I wonder if there’s ever going to be a point where everything is finally finished and I get them back. ME: Now I notice my partner is irritated. I can’t concentrate anymore. Are they mad at me? Have I been neglecting our relationship? Am I a bad partner? Should I stop working? But if I stop, the assignment won’t be as good as I know I could make it. So I keep going. Except now I’m doing schoolwork while thinking about my relationship. Earlier I was parenting while thinking about work. At work I was thinking about school. I’m everywhere. And somehow I feel like I’m failing everywhere. SCHOOL: They read the directions. Then read them again. They write something. Delete it. Rewrite it. Read it again. Does this actually answer the question? Could this be better? What if they misunderstood? Eventually they submit it. Maybe it’s good. Maybe they even get a great grade. There’s relief. Then another assignment appears. And the entire process starts again. FAMILY: They always seem overwhelmed. We tell them they don’t have to do everything right now. They say, “I know.” Then they keep doing everything anyway. Sometimes we hesitate to ask for anything because they already seem stretched so thin. We wish they could just sit down. Not sit down while working. Not sit down while checking something. Not sit down while making tomorrow’s list. Just sit down. ME: Eventually everyone goes to bed. Finally, I have time for myself. Except I don’t know what to do with it. Did I finish everything? Did I forget something? What needs to happen tomorrow? Was I productive enough today? Did I spend enough time with my child? Did I give my partner enough attention? Did I do enough at work? Was my schoolwork good enough? Did I clean enough? Did I do enough? Am I enough? I’m exhausted. But resting feels like another thing I’m doing wrong. MYSELF: I’m tired. Everyone gets part of me. Work gets me. School gets me. My child gets me. My relationship gets me. My family gets me. My responsibilities get me. OCD gets me. And whatever is left is supposed to take care of me. There usually isn’t much left. ME: So I try harder. That’s always the answer. Overwhelmed? Try harder. Behind? Try harder. Made a mistake? Try harder. Someone might be disappointed? Try harder. Don’t feel like a good enough parent? Try harder. Partner? Try harder. Employee? Try harder. Student? Try harder. Person? Try harder. But maybe trying harder eventually becomes part of the problem. Maybe the pursuit of being perfect in every area of my life actually takes something away from every area of my life. Maybe my partner feels pushed aside. Maybe my child notices I’m distracted. Maybe my family gets tired of watching me run myself into the ground. Maybe exhaustion makes me worse at my job. Maybe school takes more time from me than I can afford to give it. Maybe I burn myself out trying to prevent myself from burning anything else down. Maybe there is no perfect schedule. No perfect balance. No perfect routine. No version of me that can give 100% to every role at the same time. Tomorrow I’ll wake up and still be all of those things. A parent. A partner. An employee. A student. A family member. A person. And there will still only be one of me.



