I imagine the following scenario sounds familiar…

You finally get out of bed after your sixth alarm, not because you’re ready, but because your partner can't stand the sound anymore. Exhausted and running late, you rush through a bare-minimum morning routine, skipping things you know you shouldn’t. You make it to the car—only to realize you forgot your keys. Then your phone. By the time you get to work (late), you're already overwhelmed, staring at an unfinished to-do list from yesterday. Everything feels equally urgent, so you gravitate toward the more enjoyable task, even though the pressing one looms. The cycle of procrastination and pressure begins again, as does the guilt of unfinished plans and unused organizers.

At the end of the day, you’re back home, dropping your keys in a random spot you'll forget later. The dishes and clutter demand your attention, but your brain is too tired. You collapse on the couch, scrolling your phone as hours slip by, the tasks undone. Before you know it, it’s time for bed. “I’ll pack my lunch in the morning,” you tell yourself. (You won’t.)

Rinse and repeat.