Summertime Burnout

Why I’m not thriving this summer — and maybe that’s okay.

The days are longer, the weather is hotter, the vitamin D is overflowing, and my productivity is supposed to be spiking — and yet, I feel like I want to cover up with a blanket and hide in a dark cave with a "Do Not Disturb" sign at the entrance.
What’s wrong with me?

I’ve always loved summer.
When I was a child — it was a period of rest and vacation.
When I was at university — it was a time of adventures and new experiences.
In my early twenties, it was a season of gathering energy, new beginnings, and the sheer joy of sunlight and beautiful sunsets.

And here I am now — feeling bitter and guilty for not enjoying my favorite time of the year, and unable to do anything about it.
Please, tell me I’m not alone.

It looks like everyone’s out there living their best lives — posting photos from the seaside, evening walks, iced coffees, and just happy sunny days.
It feels like everyone is keeping fit, reading books, starting new courses, practicing mindfulness, and doing God knows what — and still managing to hold it all together.

Unlike them, I feel like I’m already behind if I wake up at 7 a.m.
The sun is up, the whole world is succeeding, while I’m struggling to lure myself out of bed.
And by the end of the day, I feel even worse pulling the curtains at 9 p.m. and seeing the still-not-so-dark sky outside.

Am I a loser, an unmotivated, exhausted potato — or is everyone else just too motivated and succeeding?

Too many things on my to-do list.
Too much heat from the sun.
Too much pressure from social media.

Pick one — or feel free to add more — reasons why this summer might be making you feel behind, heavy, or just… off.

It’s not a typical thing to say, is it?
You're supposed to enjoy summer.
You're supposed to rest, reset, and live your best life.

But here we are — restless, tense, and above all — thinking something is wrong with us.

Or am I just making up a new problem?

I’m still learning.
Not to judge myself too harshly.
To be softer and kinder with myself.
To rest — when I want to and how I want to.

But there are still days like these, and I honestly can’t tell what's wrong —
The whole world going crazy,
or just me?

💬 Does summer ever feel heavy for you, too? Drop a comment — I’d love to know I’m not the only one.