Burnout and Routine

We get up every day, drink our coffee, go to work, and then back home. On repeat, day after day. We help people around us not because we want something back, but because we still believe in humanity. We want more to life than just work, but somehow we keep on failing on what we want on a personal level. And we give, and we work, and we give again, until one day our body just says stop.

It feels like fainting, like being drained of energy, and everything hurts. It feels like something that you have eaten too much and now your stomach just refuses it. It feels like the pain, the emotional one, gets so high that it turns into numbness. It feels like you want to fight it with all your being, but no pills, no vitamins, no coffee can help you now. It's you against yourself.

And so you stop. And try to take breaks on your own. You remember how much you once used to love travelling, and how much you missed that. You embrace the silence, the getting away from the routine, from all the noise, from all the struggle. It's another kind of tiredness, a good one, that puts your mind at ease. You stop trying to forgive, you just let it be. And you try to be for once a human, with its own needs, with its own pain. And slowly, really slowly, you start breathing, not sure yet if you can stay on your own feet or the direction you suppose to go to now.