Someone asks you a completely normal question.
“What do you want for dinner?”
And you want to scream.
Dinner?
DINNER?
You've made approximately 742 decisions today and now you need to have an opinion about chicken?
Obviously, dinner isn't the problem.
But sometimes it's the thing that lets you know there is a problem.
You know those days when something tiny feels so disproportionately irritating that even you know your reaction doesn't match what's happening?
The noise is too loud.
Someone needs one more thing.
You can't find what you're looking for.
The dog is barking.
There's a text you haven't answered.
And suddenly the fact that you're out of the one thing you needed from the grocery store feels like a personal attack.
That's usually a pretty good clue that you've been carrying more than you realized.
Emotional exhaustion can be sneaky that way.
We tend to picture overwhelm as obvious.
Crying.
Falling apart.
Saying, “I cannot do one more thing.”
Sometimes it looks like that.
But sometimes you continue functioning beautifully.
You go to work. Pick up the kids. Answer the email. Make dinner. Remember the appointment. Laugh at something funny.
Nobody looking at your life would necessarily think anything is wrong.
You might not either.
Until dinner becomes the final straw.
I think part of the reason emotional exhaustion can be so easy to miss is that we measure our capacity by whether we're still functioning.
I'm doing it, so I must be fine.
That's not always a great measurement.
You can do a lot while tired.
You can do a lot while stressed.
You can do a lot while carrying something emotionally heavy that you've barely acknowledged because life didn't exactly clear the calendar when it happened.
Capability can hide a lot.
Especially from ourselves.
And when you're the person other people rely on, there isn't always an obvious place to put what you're carrying.
You don't want to dump it on your kids.
Your spouse has their own stuff.
Your friend is dealing with something.
Work is busy.
Everyone seems to need something already, so you'll deal with your part later.
Except later keeps moving.
And all those things you haven't really dealt with don't disappear simply because you're still getting things done.
They come with you.
Into the car.
Into the meeting.
Into the grocery store.
Into the completely innocent conversation about chicken.
That's where carrying things alone gets expensive.
And this isn't only about physically doing everything yourself. We just talked about that.
You can have plenty of practical help and still carry the emotional part alone.
You can tell people what's happening without ever telling them how you're actually doing with it.
Those are different things.
“I've got a lot going on at work” is information.
“I'm scared I'm not handling this well” lets someone closer.
“Things have been hard with my family” is information.
“I don't know how much more of this I can absorb” is different.
That second version is harder.
Now someone can see that you don't have everything neatly contained.
But sometimes you don't realize how heavy something has become until you hear yourself finally say it out loud.
Oh.
Yeah. That's a lot.
No wonder dinner felt offensive.
And support doesn't always mean someone fixes it.
That's important.
There are things nobody can take away.
Sometimes the person sitting across from you can't solve the problem, change the outcome or make the season end faster.
They can know.
They can listen.
They can pray with you.
They can remind you that you're not the only person holding the reality of what's happening.
There's relief in that.
Faith gives us another place to put what we can't fix too.
Prayer isn't only where we ask God to change something.
Sometimes it's where we finally stop pretending with ourselves about how we're doing.
This is hard.
I'm tired.
I'm angry.
I don't know what to do with this.
God isn't learning anything new when we say it.
Sometimes we are.
Because saying it means we've finally named what's been following us around all day.
So if you find yourself disproportionately irritated by something tiny, before you decide you're just in a bad mood, look around a little.
What else are you carrying?
What haven't you said out loud?
What have you been handling so quietly that even you stopped counting it?
You may still need to make dinner.
Sorry.
I can't fix everything.
But you don't have to keep insisting the chicken is the problem either.
Sometimes the small thing is simply where all that weight finally becomes visible.
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