Good morning,
“Is this normal?”
That’s what I asked myself every morning as I stood in front of the mirror, desperately trying to cover the red patches of hives creeping across my chest.
My body was crying out for help, but I was so consumed by the grind that I couldn’t hear it.
Even as I woke up every morning dreading another day at a toxic job — back in my early NYC days, crying before work, lying awake at night, and feeling utterly trapped in a role that drained every ounce of energy I had — I just kept pushing forward, pretending everything was fine.
It wasn’t until my doctor gave me a frightening wakeup call that I finally realized I had to make a change.
"You need to take leave or significant PTO — immediately. If you don’t make changes now, this will affect your long-term health.”
My doctor’s tone was firm as she reviewed my chart. She wasn’t smiling. She was serious.
I laughed it off at first — not because it was funny, but because I was in complete denial about how bad things had gotten.
When you’re buried so deep in the grind, it’s hard to recognize just how much you’re struggling. But I couldn’t ignore her words.
Burnout wasn’t just exhausting me — it was robbing me of my health, my relationships, and any hope I had for the future.
Something had to change, and it had to change fast. |