It's my birthday month. I usually get seasonal depression around this time. I'm grateful for another year around the sun, but I can't help and think if I disappeared tomorrow none of it would matter. Our jobs don't care about us, we're easily replaceable. My siblings all have their own families and kids to think of. My friends are building their own. I've been putting so much time and effort into my creative craft but I'm nowhere near where I want to be yet. I'm exhausted tbh.