My name is Ian.
I'm from Kansas City.
I play drums for The Author and The Illustrator.
I am so tired of dealing with everyone’s problems and putting off my own.
Just totally filled with anxiety in every way. Every time I get a phone call from someone needing anything my mind floods with dread. I want everyone to be okay, but I’ve spent so much time letting my own problems marinade in the filth of my conscience that I’m no longer in a headspace to take on problems from peers.
Perhaps it’s easy for others to sympathize with my situation, but I have yet to find a peer who can understand to the point of showing any sort of empathy. I don’t feel like I can find a true solution to my problems. It makes me even more upset that I feel like I’m required to let someone in to house my problems.
Turns out I’m no better than you.
I’m not actually tired yet. I’m fueled by frustration and ignorance.