The Weight of Nothing🫤

Some days feel unbearably boring and strangely heavy, the kind of days when you don’t even feel like trying. The energy is so low that even simple things feel exhausting. Today was one of those days for me. I woke up for my exam, and somehow the paper went fine maybe because the subject itself didn’t demand much emotional investment. I’m grateful it’s over, especially knowing the upcoming papers are easier. After the exam, I spent some time discussing it with friends, trying to feel normal, and then I came home.

As soon as I got back, an overwhelming tiredness took over. I ate and fell asleep almost instantly, and to my own surprise, I slept for two whole hours which is very unusual for me. Maybe it was because I didn’t get enough sleep the night before. But even after waking up, nothing really changed. I didn’t feel like using my phone, talking, or doing anything at all. Still, I forced myself to get up and post something, because I had already skipped posting the day before.
There are so many thoughts in my mind so many things I want to express but when it comes to arranging them, presenting them properly, or even starting, my energy just disappears. Sometimes you know exactly what to say and how to say it, yet you don’t have the strength to act on it. I’m trying to get back into my routine, slowly and honestly, without being too hard on myself.

What makes such days even harder is the guilt that quietly follows. You start questioning yourself why you’re not productive, why you’re not feeling motivated, why you’re not being the version of yourself you expect to be. But the truth is, not every day is meant for progress or creativity. Some days are simply meant to be felt, not fixed. Low energy days don’t mean you’re lazy or losing direction; they just mean you’re human, listening to your body and mind even when they don’t know how to speak clearly.And maybe the hardest part of such days is not the tiredness itself, but the silence it creates inside you. You want to speak, to explain how you’re feeling, but even words feel heavy. Everything slows down your thoughts, your reactions, even your emotions. You’re not sad exactly, and you’re not fine either; you’re just… paused. These days don’t come with clear reasons or solutions, they just arrive and stay for a while, reminding you that it’s okay to stop, breathe, and exist without constantly proving your strength or productivity🙃
Have you ever noticed that some days are just meant to be slow, and that’s okay?