The year is almost over, and it feels like time has flown by. Here we are in the last month of 2025, and I can hardly wrap my head around how quickly it’s all passed. It’s like the days are slipping through my fingers. Looking back, it’s been a year full of ups and downs, but more than anything, it’s been a year of challenges, challenges that have left me feeling drained and unsure of how to move forward.
For the last three months, I’ve found myself in a place I never expected to be. It feels like I’ve been stuck in a cycle of negativity, with no way out. I’ve been dealing with so many things on my own, and no one knows the half of it. I think we all keep our struggles hidden to some extent. We stay quiet, act like everything is fine, but inside we’re falling apart.
It’s hard to talk about it. There have been moments when I wanted to share my feelings, to open up and let someone know what’s really going on. But every time I try, I’m left feeling like it doesn’t matter. I’ve tried confiding in people I thought might understand me, but instead, I ended up feeling judged or dismissed. It’s like there’s no space for my emotions, or for the pain I’m carrying.
The worst part is that I understand. I know everyone has their own struggles. I know that maybe the people I’ve turned to also have their own issues, and maybe they just don’t know how to handle mine on top of their own. But that doesn’t make it easier. It doesn’t make it feel any less lonely. It’s like you’re stuck in your own head, trying to make sense of everything, but no one is really listening. And then you start to feel like maybe it’s your fault, maybe you’re the one who’s just too much.
I’ve often wondered why I even try to talk about it. Sometimes, it feels like sharing my problems just adds to the weight that others are already carrying. It’s hard to know when it’s okay to share and when it’s better to stay silent. Maybe we hide because we think our pain is too much for others to bear, or maybe because we fear it won’t make any difference. Sometimes it feels easier to just keep it to yourself and deal with it alone. But that doesn’t mean we don’t need support. It just means we’re too scared to ask for it, because we don’t want to burden anyone else.
I’m writing this because I’m trying to make sense of it all. I’m trying to figure out what’s really going on inside of me, and how to deal with the things I can’t control. The truth is, we can’t handle everything. Life has a way of throwing us curveballs, and no matter how hard we try, sometimes it’s just too much. We can’t always fix things, and we can’t always make people understand. And that’s okay.
Take work, for example. It’s been a constant source of stress for me lately. I’m doing my best, but it feels like I’m always falling short of expectations. I’m learning new things, fixing problems I’ve never dealt with before, and trying to follow instructions to the best of my ability. But it feels like no matter what I do, it’s never the right thing. Even when I try my hardest, it’s not what people want. And I start to wonder, what’s the point?
When you’re stuck in that cycle, it feels like nothing you do is good enough. You start questioning yourself, doubting your abilities. And when that happens, it’s easy to slip into the mindset that it’s better to stay quiet, to just go through the motions and not rock the boat. But I can’t help but wonder if that’s the best approach. Is it better to just keep quiet, to keep your thoughts to yourself, and keep moving forward without making any waves? Or is there something deeper going on, something I’m not seeing?
The truth is, we don’t know what other people are going through. We don’t know the struggles they’re hiding, the pain they’re carrying. Maybe the people who seem indifferent or judgmental are dealing with their own battles that we can’t see. It’s easy to feel like everything is personal, like people are rejecting us or don’t care. But the reality is, they might just be too busy dealing with their own issues to understand ours. And that’s something I’ve been trying to remind myself: just because someone doesn’t understand doesn’t mean they don’t care.
Sometimes, I feel like the weight of everything is too much. I try to push through, to keep going, but it’s exhausting. I want to fix everything, I want to make everyone happy, but I’m realizing that I can’t do that. I can’t please everyone, and I can’t solve all the problems around me. At some point, I have to accept that. We all do. And it’s okay not to have all the answers. It’s okay to not be okay.
So, I’m writing this to remind myself, and maybe to remind you, too:
We can’t handle everything. We’re not supposed to. Life isn’t perfect, and we don’t have to pretend that it is. Sometimes, it’s okay to be broken, to be struggling, to not have everything figured out. We’re all just doing the best we can. And that’s enough.