JessVsGrief

It’s Tuesday, and the grief hangover from Easter is hitting hard.

Yesterday, I felt completely defeated. Just overwhelmed in every way. I went to bed hoping today would feel a little lighter… but it hasn’t

Today has been heavy.

I’ve cried. I’ve applied for jobs. I’ve tried to keep moving forward, but everything feels harder than it should. Like I’m carrying more than I can actually hold

And on top of all of that, I’m trying to potty train a puppy.

I keep missing his window, and he’s already peed on the floor twice today. It’s something so small, but it feels like the breaking point. Like… really? This too?

Grief. Job loss. Trying to rebuild a life I didn’t ask to rebuild. And now I’m standing here cleaning up the floor, feeling like I’m failing at even the simplest things.
This is not what I thought 2026 would look like.

Last night, I deactivated all of my social media. I just sat there thinking, what’s the point? It feels like I exist, but I don’t. Like I’m here, but no one really sees me. No one checks in. No one asks how I’m actually doing.

And that feeling… it hurts more than I want to admit.

I ended up reactivating everything this morning because I still need access for my business and everything I’m trying to build. But the feeling didn’t go away.
I’m just overwhelmed.

I’m tired of trying so hard just to stay afloat. Tired of pretending I’m okay when I’m not. Tired of carrying grief, stress, fear, and uncertainty all at the same time.

And if I’m being completely honest…

I don’t understand the point of any of this right now.

I’m not happy. Not even a little.

I’m just trying to make it through the day.