Joanna Jeanine’s Diary Entry #9

Sometimes exhaustion isn’t just about how much you’ve been moving or doing—it's about how much you’ve been thinking, planning, hoping. Lately, my mental fatigue has been even heavier than any physical fatigue. It’s like my brain is tired from always being “on”—constantly coming up with ideas, turning them into something that feels meaningful, and sharing them on my social media. I pour so much of myself into creating and posting art that I worry about whether anyone will genuinely appreciate it. I want people to like what I create, and that hope—mixed with the effort to keep producing—can be draining. It’s not just the time spent making art, but the emotional energy I invest each time I post, waiting for a response, and questioning if it’s good enough. It’s a special kind of tiredness, a mix of needing rest for my mind and wanting reassurance that my work matters to someone out there. These days, my fatigue isn’t something sleep can fix; it stems from feeling vulnerable and exposed every time I share a piece of myself through my art.