Why Am I So Tired on my Spiritual Journey?

Lately, I’ve been feeling tired. Not just physically tired — but soul-deep, heavy-limbs, “I need to lay down and cry for no reason” kind of tired. And for a while, I couldn’t figure out why.

I’m not doing anything wildly different. I’m trying to grow. Heal. Stay open. Trust God. I’m walking through a spiritual season that’s stretching me, waking me up in ways I didn’t expect — and apparently… wearing me out.

But I’m learning this:

Spiritual growth is beautiful — and it can also be exhausting.

I’m realizing that this isn’t just tiredness. It’s transformation.

Somewhere in the middle of prayer and letting go, between forgiveness and surrender, I realized my spirit has been doing a lot of heavy lifting.

I’m sorting through emotions I used to ignore. Letting go of things that once defined me. Paying closer attention to what I actually need instead of what I “should” be doing. I’m trying to lean into God’s presence, even when I feel unsure or unsteady.

That kind of inner work?

It takes energy. More than I ever realized.

I think my soul is ahead of my body right now.

Some days I feel emotionally raw or mentally foggy. I need more sleep, more stillness, more quiet moments where I can just breathe and not explain anything to anyone.

It’s like my spirit is moving faster than my nervous system can keep up with.

So my body is slowing me down — not as a punishment, but as protection.

This fatigue isn’t failure. It’s sacred.

I used to beat myself up for not being “productive” during these times. Now I see it differently.

Sometimes the most spiritual thing I can do is take a nap, sit by the water, light a candle and cry, or say, “God, I’m trying… but I’m so tired.”

🌿 It’s okay to rest. My soul doesn’t grow through pressure — it grows through gentleness.

🕊️ God isn’t rushing me. He’s not looking for performance. He’s with me in the pause.

💛 I don’t have to have it all figured out. Healing is not linear. Grace carries me when I can’t carry myself.

If you’re here too, I hope this comforts you:

This might not be burnout, but could be your cocoon. You’re not stuck, you’re becoming. You’re not broken, you’re rebuilding.

You’re not behind, you’re right on time. And even if all you have to offer today is your tired, tender heart — that is enough.

God sees you.

He holds you.

And He’s not finished with your story yet.💕