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Tired, Overwhelmed & Praying for a Reset? A Faith-Based Guide to Starting Over

Have you ever woken up and wondered, “Why am I THIS tired?” Is it hormones? Is it ageing? Or is it the long night of mentally rehearsing tomorrow’s to-do list like it’s a Broadway show?

11/16/20252 min read

Have you ever woken up and wondered, “Why am I THIS tired?”
Is it hormones? Is it ageing?
Or is it the long night of mentally rehearsing tomorrow’s to-do list like it’s a Broadway show?

Let’s be real.
God has been generous to me. I know I don’t say “thank You” nearly enough.
I had so many answered prayers. Some took a while and some came rushing before I can blink. Some prayers made my heart flutter and make a happy dance but a majority come wrapped like a side quest?

Life is chaotic but still good. Still full. No complaints (...okay, maybe a few).

I love working.
I look forward to Mondays and I like the thrill of deadlines. I find that juggling a lot of things and running around like a headless chicken in high heels makes me feel complete and accomplished because at the end of the day, I deliver!

But this is draining for me now. I answer emails, review my conversations even on my sleep. My mind is on fire. It doesn't stop. My body is not keeping up either. I thought ageing finally got me, my doctor is now my bestie and trips to pharmacy is quite frequent.

Burnout wasn’t creeping anymore — it had pitched a tent, brought snacks, and turned my soul into a construction zone.

I stared at myself looked at my panda eyes and whispered, “Lord… am I still okay?”

I heard it in my heart, "Daughter, pause."

Stopping is terrifying. Resting is worse.
You spend years building habits and repetition.

It feels like a shaking.
Like God is asking me to let go so He can move me somewhere new.
Am I ready?
Absolutely not.

But I’m choosing faith.
Even when the little control-freak secretary in my brain is panicking and filing imaginary complaint reports.

Deep Breaths. So… How Do I Start Over?
Here’s my simple reset plan — honest, doable, and infused with faith and sanity:

Reclaim my identity.
Start with guided journals to remember who I am and Whose I am.

Reset my goals.
Pull out those affirmation cards and rebuild confidence, one truth at a time.

Read again.
Something calming, something funny, or something that puts me to sleep — all acceptable.

Actually sleep.
Not the “scroll until 2AM” kind. The real, God-given, healing kind.

Hydrate. Caffeinate.
Tea if I’m pretending to be healthy. Coffee if I’m myself.

Watch that Korean drama everyone keeps forcing me.
The subtitles alone might knock me out.

Touch sunlight.
10–15 minutes only. SPF has been my personality since 2010.

Move (a little).
Gym? No.
Clean the house? Yes.
Laundry? Absolutely — sweating counts as cardio.

Learn something new.
Or revive an old hobby… the one I dropped somewhere between adulthood and survival mode.
And pray to God, please pause the side quests for now.

Steal my arsenal:
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Journal
Affirmation cards
Hydrate - water (YES!), coffee (it's necessary!), wine (you're an adult, take it responsibly)
Reminders - journals , boards, wall arts

Love yourself like you would love those important to you.  You deserve it, too.