Exactly ten years ago, I sat alone in my cubicle at my office, and I cried.
I remember that moment vividly. It was the moment I knew something was deeply wrong — that I had no motivation left for my work, and that things were spiralling out of control.
I felt like a failure, and I had no clue how to fix it.
Since then it has taken me a little more than a year to recover from burnout, take back control of my life, and lead a life on my own terms and values.
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