I’m totally over thinking, but I often feel like this and I wonder if it’s just me?
I guess I feel a bit overwhelmed by the idea that if I stop.... just completely stop, everything will crumble... and it’s not an option is it? You can’t just stop. Can’t just not go to work, not do the school run, not put the washing on, not walk the dog etc etc. Not for any length of time anyway, without it all starting to fall apart.
I don’t particularly want to stop, iykwim, it just overwhelms me sometimes, the mere thought/realisation that stopping isn’t an option. I’m on this treadmill for life. It doesn’t always even feel like a treadmill, but the fact that there’s no stopping just completely overwhelms me sometimes. The responsibilities, and the sheer amount of stuff we have to do every day/week/month.
And then I think, even if I did stop going to work, just thought, fuck it! I’m not doing it, then I’d still need money - so I’d have to claim some benefits* at some point. And that’s another treadmill.And I’d have to sell my house, and find somewhere to rent and on and on and on and on and on and on the treadmill would still go.
Does this even make sense to anyone? I’m fine, btw. I don’t even feel particularly overwhelmed at the moment, but I’m aware that I have these thoughts sometimes and my DH is 🤨 when I try to explain it!
*this is all hypothetical btw. I know you can’t just jack in your job and then qualify for benefits, and I know qualifying for benefits and then managing to live off them is not at all easy. And I’m fine/lucky to have what I have but I just sometimes feel a bit suffocated.