That doctor’s appointment forced her to confront a truth she had been avoiding: her life, as structured, was not sustainable. The causes she cared about were important. Her work mattered. Her family mattered. But none of it justified a system where her health was treated as expendable.
The phrase “extreme exhaustion,” delivered almost casually, landed with the weight of a verdict. It stripped away the illusion that good intentions protect you from consequences. It made clear that burnout doesn’t always announce itself dramatically. Sometimes it creeps in quietly, disguised as productivity and responsibility.
She spoke candidly about the early signs she had ignored. The foggy thinking that made simple decisions feel heavy. The short temper that appeared without obvious cause. The constant tiredness that no amount of sleep seemed to fix. The creeping sense of emotional distance from things that once brought joy. None of it felt dramatic enough to stop. Together, it nearly broke her. Continue reading…