Boundaries and Burn out
I started writing because I was afraid of how easily thoughts would disappear. Not the important—but the small ones. How light shifts when I leave a room. The sound of a page turning in the night.
Small observations. They don’t ask to be understood. Only to be recorded and maybe read, slowly.
— Lucía M.
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≻: Childhood Imagination vs. Adult Burnout: Remembering the Spark I Lost and the One I’m Learning to Rebuild
When I think back to being a kid, I remember how big the world felt — not because it was overwhelming, but because it was…
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≻: The Day I Finally Said I Needed Time Off
There’s a point in burnout where your body knows the truth long before your voice is willing to say it. I had been carrying that…
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≻: The Moment I Realized I Was Burnt Out
I remember lying in bed one morning, staring at the ceiling, feeling completely hollow. Not sad. Not overwhelmed. Just empty. It was the kind of…
