A little over two years ago, I found myself sitting in my office, extremely frantic. My inbox had emails waiting for responses, I was tired from staying at work long after everyone else had left and my body hadn’t had a vegetable in weeks. I was living off Diet Pepsis and Flamin’ Hot Cheetos because they were conveniently in the vending machine. I was avoiding my phone because even the idea of responding to texts was too overwhelming, and my personal to-do list was getting as long as my work to-do list. I burst into tears.
This was a Saturday.
I was completely burnt out. If you’ve ever been in that position, you know how hard it is to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I knew my body was fighting me, but my only thought was: How am I going to get everything done?