You’re everything to everybody, but you never really manage to get five minutes to yourself. Of course the odd time you might have a soak in the bath and think it’s all sorted…but part of you knows it goes deeper than that.
You’ve been plodding along, getting on with things and ignoring how you feel. Telling yourself “sure other people have it worse than me”. Just accepting that that’s the way it is. Letting self-doubt and what the neighbours think hold you back.
It’s not really anything you can put your finger on and from the outside it probably looks like you’re doing grand. It’s not that you’re unwell, or depressed, but there’s a niggling sense of dissatisfaction. Part of you knows that there’s more to life than this.