17/02/2026
I’m tired but I’m wired 😩
I am exhausted.
My body is done. My eyes burn. My shoulders ache.
But the second the lights go out, my brain clocks in.
It’s like I come alive at night.
Not the soft, creative kind of alive.
The wired kind. The ticking kind. The replaying every conversation I’ve had kind.
I re run the day like CCTV footage.
That look. That tone. That pause.
Did I say too much? Not enough?
Did I miss something? Forget something?
Was I too direct? Too quiet? Too much?
And just when I’m done dissecting today,
tomorrow barges in.
What if I’m late.
What if I forget.
What if I don’t have the energy.
What if something changes and I’m not ready. What if, what if, what if……
So now I’m not just tired. I’m bracing myself for something. My nervous system doesn’t know I’m in bed. It thinks I’m in danger. It thinks I need to prepare. Constant fight or flight is debilitating and wears me out.
ADHD finally has silence and decides it’s brainstorming hour. Autism wants to process every detail properly.
Anxiety wants certainty that doesn’t exist.
So I lie there. Exhausted and pray sleep will come soon. My body begging for rest. My brain refusing to power down.
And people say, “just switch off.”
If I had a switch,
don’t you think I’d use it 🤷♀️