Just Another Day

I wake up and start my day like any other freelance caregiver, pouring myself into work and chores for clients who need help. I'm alone most days, but today felt different, like something's missing. After putting in hours of care for others, I slip into a fantasy where I’m cared for, pampered, disciplined when needed, as an adult seeking guidance from someone wiser, more experienced. It’s comforting yet disheartening that no one’s there to step into this role for real. Am I the only one who feels like they need this? Is it normal to crave this kind of connection and support so deeply?