Burnout & Exhaustion

She Kept Track of When She Last Sat Down to Eat


She Kept Track of When She Last Sat Down to Eat

How do you know when you are tired of your job?

She started keeping track of when she last ate a meal sitting down. It had been three days.

Not because she forgot to eat. Because the gap between assignments was seventeen minutes and she needed fifteen of those just to think.

Every night she told herself tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow she would start early, finish on time, have an evening. Every morning she woke up already behind.

The work itself was not impossible. It was the arithmetic of hours that did not add up.


We talk about balance like it is a skill you learn. Read the right article, download the right app, suddenly you have margins.

But balance requires something to balance with. You need slack in the system. You need an hour that belongs to no one.

When every hour is spoken for before it arrives, balance is not a failure of discipline. It is a structural impossibility.


She was not lazy. She was not bad at time management. She was solving an equation with no solution.

The part that made it worse was knowing other people seemed fine. They posted about their weekends. They showed up to class looking rested. Either they had cracked some code she was missing or they were lying just as hard as she was.

What do you do when working harder just means you are tired in more places?


Here is what no one tells you about burnout. It does not always announce itself with a breakdown. Sometimes it is quieter than that.

It is the moment you realise you cannot remember the last time you did something because you wanted to. Not because it was due. Not because someone was counting on you. Because it made you feel like a person.

Burnout is not always collapse. Sometimes it is just the slow evaporation of reasons.

She knew she was supposed to care about her grades. She knew school mattered. But somewhere in the middle of the semester she started wondering what the point was if she had to erase herself to get there.

The worst part was not the workload. It was the guilt for wanting less.

To sit with:

When was the last time you did something that was not on a list?

What would it feel like to protect one hour a week that belonged to no deadline?

If working harder is not the answer, what is the question you are actually asking?


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