I have everything I’m supposed to have to make me happy – a six-figure job I love, three children I love, a house in a nice neighborhood and two new cars. This is “the dream” I worked so hard for.
But every day it feels like I am just completing one large “to do” list until I can crawl back into bed and back to sleep, which is all I want to do anymore. Every day it’s wake up, get myself ready, get the kids ready, take the kids to school, take myself to work, go through the motions all day, etc… Just a series of things I’m checking off of my list until bedtime.
Literally the only reason I keep doing any of this is for my children. None of it brings me joy anymore. Once they are older and move away, I will have no motivation to continue anything.
