11/01/2023
Burnout sucks!
2022 was a total write off in so many ways. But in many ways it was also my very best of years!
I remember part way through the 2020 chaos of covid, family and working 14hour days I called it “The year you can’t hide from yourself” but it turns out it was just the beginning of a long process of self discovery and healing.
Cracking all of that open hurt so much but once I was it I couldn’t put the lid back on the box. Work was amazing but full on and I was really starting to get tired. My fibromyalgia was better than in 2019 but I spent many days working from bed, because sitting at my desk was too painful.
2021 I was diagnosed with ADHD and 6 months later Autism and while this was liberating and empowering I also went my through grief, frustration, anger, hopelessness and many other emotions. Family life was challenging, I was dropping balls at work that and feeling like a failure all round. I was drowning and whatever changes I made I could not come up air.
2022 promised to be different but after years of working to hold the family together my partner and I decided to part ways and tackling life as a single mum of three threw me through all new loops! I was tired, like to the bone. I swear the ends of hair hurt and my toe nails where exhausted. Every small task was HARD.
I started ADHD medication and was working with an amazing therapist so there was a life raft nearby but I couldn’t seem to catch hold of it!
I took a month off work to focus on REST. One month turned into 4 and 4 months turned into 9. I got a part time job so I could make rent and feed the family without having to dive back into the business. Every time I thought I was ready I would crash again.
So I focused on me. I slept, I danced, I made new friends, I read books and I slept some more.
I focused on my kids. We played more, we went swimming, we spent hours playing Lego or play dough. We read books, watched movies and when they’d let me I’d NAP!
It took a frustratingly long time to feel like I was getting anywhere other than more exhaustion. It felt like the more I healed and rested the more tired I felt.
My brain went on hiatus and no amount of coxing would bring it back to life.
So while every story in my head was telling me to fight harder, dig deeper and push back (or persevere) I chose to lean in and let go! I chose to slow the f**k down and really heal.
No more bandaids on flesh wound and just enough recovery to get back to overworking myself. I wanted to REALLY HEAL.
It sucks!
The world tells us to value productivity, to measure ourselves and our value against material things. But I did a lot of nothing in 2022. I am the worst financial shape of my adult life and that’s stressful and confronting.
But I’m so grateful for all the lessons and laughs (and naps) that 2022 gave me and that I gave myself by giving myself permission to STOP.
I know myself more than ever. I am more connected to my kids than ever. I’m ready to get back to work but I know that it will look incredibly different now. I trust myself more. I am excited for the next chapter.
And I’m still tired, but now it’s just regular old “raising kids” tired. I am taking deep breaths of fresh air and when the water gets deep in floating gently on my back.
I failed in 2022 in almost every way we are taught ‘counts’ but it really is the best year I’ve ever had and it set me up for an even better 2023!