I breathe deeply through everything. Sometimes I do scream at it.

Lately the runner is resurfacing.

For a living I help with trauma.

Lately I want a big break.

I have a passion I don’t get to express enough.

I care but I’m feeling depleted.

I listen and still help but resent the energy use.

there’s a level of presence that everyone of my life – clients and family seem to expect and secretly I want to withdraw it.

They expect it because I’ve nurtured and cultivated it through meditation and years of therapy.

I’m emotionally present. I show up. I give. I engage.

But I’m tired now.

Is this what Burn out looks like?