Burnout Recovery

I had four days away. Four days. Not a month. Not a sabbatical. Not “I’ve moved to Ibiza and started a new life.” 😂 Just four days. And I needed them. Really needed them. I needed the break from work. I needed the break from routines. I needed the break from being the one who remembers everything, organises everything, anticipates everything and carries everything in the background. And yet preparing to go away felt like a job in itself. There was food to sort. Medication to

Sometimes it’s not the big things that exhaust me. It’s remembering everything. The appointment that needs booking. The form I still haven’t filled in. The email I need to chase. The school thing that needs sorting. The prescription. The childcare. The thing I need to remember to tell somebody when they eventually ring me back. The thing I was supposed to ring somebody else about. And somewhere in the middle of all that, somebody inevitably asks: “Mum, what’s for dinner?” Mat

You spent six weeks thinking, “Just get me to September.” September arrived. The children went back. So why don't you feel better yet? I'm writing this from my bed on a Sunday. It's late in the afternoon and, quite frankly, I'm shattered. The kids are back at school. We've made it through the first week. There's a little more routine in our lives again and, theoretically, I should be feeling a bit more like myself. Except... I'm tired. I’m weary like a medieval peasant who ha