Slipping right back into Cranky And Unmotivated after a vanishingly brief interlude of project-finishing self-satisfaction. I think a lot of this boils down to, at what point in my life do I "get" to say, it doesn't matter how trivial my problems are on a relative scale, the relevant thing is that I am not coping with what I have on my plate to deal with, and that's the standard that should determine whether I have a "right" to complain? Very tired of this internalized sense that asking for help is Asking For It, that the response will either be "your problems are TL,DR" or "I'll give you something to cry about"...
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