Trigger warning: this essay opens with suicidal thoughts. The first time I ever thought about death by suicide was looking out my flat window in Wellington, NZ. I strategized how I would launch myself out the window frame, aiming for the large electric trolley cables before smacking the ground. If I jumped out a 2nd story window I may not die on impact, so I needed to shock my heart first. I’d likely be hit by a car as well.
Wow, this is so open, honest, and relatable - kudos for having the courage to publish it. My flavor of burnout has been a bit different and it’s something I’m constantly aware of and trying to manage. This is a great reminder that burnout is more than just “me.” Thank you
thank you for sharing ❤️
Wow, this is so open, honest, and relatable - kudos for having the courage to publish it. My flavor of burnout has been a bit different and it’s something I’m constantly aware of and trying to manage. This is a great reminder that burnout is more than just “me.” Thank you
Thank you so much for commenting Brooke. It poured out. Yes burnout is not just about being individuals.