I’m just... so tired. Like, after all these years, just focusing on my little brother, making sure he was okay, and now he’s settled, and I just finished my degree, and it feels like I’m supposed to be… free? But I don't even know what that *means* anymore. I used to paint, always, even when I was little, but now it feels like I can't even pick up a brush — I mean, I have to find a real job, right? It just… feels like I’m wasting something. Anyone else feel like they gave so much of themselves that there's nothing left for, like, *them*? Or am I just being totally selfish?