I can’t relax. I can’t even sit still for 10 minutes without shaking my legs or adjusting my seat. It’s irritating — like not being able to scratch an itch.
And before you ask, yes I’ve tried.
Taking slow, deep breaths. Talking with friends. Writing my
People would always tell me, do what you love.
It’s sound advice, and I get that they only want the best for me — which is being happy and fulfilled in life. But the truth is, doing things you love makes you weak.
For me, I’m
Burnout is like depression and a migraine tangled together that never seems to go away, incurable with even the strongest dose of Tylenol. No matter how hard you try to finish every little thing off your plate, there’s always more.