She called it a breaking point.
During what should have been a routine medical checkup, her doctor delivered a blunt assessment: “extreme exhaustion.” Not an illness with a neat label. Not a condition that invites sympathy or dramatic intervention. Just a body that had been pushed too far for too long. The warning wasn’t wrapped in medical jargon or softened for public consumption. It was a reality check she could no longer ignore.
For years, Clinton had been running at a pace that looked admirable from the outside. Advocacy work. Global travel. Public speaking. Writing. Philanthropy. Parenting. All stacked on top of one another, with little space left for rest that wasn’t functional or rushed. Like many high-achieving people, she had normalized fatigue. She had learned to treat exhaustion as proof of commitment rather than a warning sign.
Over time, basic rest became negotiable. Sleep was something to fit in, not protect. Mental clarity dulled, but she adjusted. Irritability crept in, but she pushed past it. Emotional numbness appeared, but she rationalized it as focus. The body adapts—until it can’t. Continue reading…
