Burnout: Its coming for everything you loveš„
I used to think burnout was something that happened to other people. The ones who couldnāt āhack it.ā The ones who werenāt strong enough.
So I pushed on. Coffee to wake me up. Wine to put me down. On autopilot, convincing myself that exhaustion was just the price of success.
But burnout doesnāt come with flashing lights or sirens. It creeps in quietly, until one day youāre no longer yourself. For me, it was hands shaking on the way into the office each morning. Crying uncontrollably over the smallest inconvenience. Living with a constant sense that I wasnāt good enough ā or that something was about to go wrong.
And still, I told myself to keep going. Work harder. Push through. Pretend I was fine.
Until the day my laptop crashed, and I did too. It felt like Iād lost a limb. I spiraled, because without my work, who even was I?
That was my breaking point. But hereās the truth: burnout rarely happens in one dramatic moment. It builds, layer by layer, until the joy drains out of your life. Until your body is riddled with stress. Until your identity is so bound up in proving yourself that you forget who you are outside of the grind.
I remember boarding a plane for my MBA study tour, still clutching my laptop like a lifeline, working in the hotel while life was happening outside my window. And then ā I stopped. Or maybe I broke. Either way, in the silence that followed, I found something I hadnāt felt in years: space. Joy. Me.
And hereās the hardest truth of all: no one is coming to save you.
Not your boss. Not your company. Not the system. Burnout is designed to chew you up, spit you out, and replace you the next day.
It has to be you.
⨠Be the change you want to see in your life.
⨠Draw the line.
⨠Take back your boundaries.
⨠Reclaim your spark.
Because if you donāt, burnout will keep taking until thereās nothing left to give.
Start here: pause. Just once this week, stop before you say āyes.ā Ask yourself ā does this serve me, or does it drain me? And choose you.

