For context: I am self-employed. I get to set my own schedule, and really appreciate being my own boss as well as being able to take time off when I need to recharge my batteries.
Several things led to my burnout this summer, the biggest being that we adopted a puppy this spring with my boyfriend. I also had some family issues and some health issues (thanks Covid). Since I am working from home, I was the dog’s primary caretaker – to be honest, I didn’t realize how much work that was going to be. I was beating myself up for not being able to “function properly” when at the same time I had this external factor (puppy) constantly interrupting me when I tried to work or take time for myself. With the help of a therapist, I allowed myself to take some (unpaid) time off from work for a few months. I am proud of how I was able to take care of myself, to set boundaries, and get help. I also am super duper proud of the relationship I have with my dog now, even if it’s still very hard on some days when I would just like to be on my own.
In the midst of it all, I discovered that I was HPS, quite possibly autistic, and that led me into another fun rabbit hole of existential questioning. I want to be a mother in the not-too-distant future, and the whole prospect of this new identity shift (..looking forward to Maisie’s next few episodes here) just really scares me.
I now understand that I need to change something to make my career and my life sustainable and fun. My job is not fulfilling, and although I do want to start looking for how to improve/change my situation, I also feel that I am still very much exhausted from everything. Everything takes so much time and effort. Just this weekend I had a huge meltdown/panic attack from thinking that everything I had planned was too much (it was, and I canceled some things and kept the ones that brought me joy). I’m trying hard to be responsible for myself and support myself with compassion and tenderness. But it’s a fine line between that, and the thought “I’m lazy”. I KNOW I’m not lazy, and I know that things take time. But I guess I’d like to know how much time, and how do I know that it is the time to get going? Am I being too hard on myself and running straight into the next wall?