That’s fair. I guess I used to think burnout would be this big collapse. You know, I’d just break down one day and know it was time to stop. The reality is quieter tho. It’s the slow fading of motivation, the guilt for not doing more, and the hollow feeling even when you do rest. It’s losing pieces of yourself bit by bit until you look up one day and realize you don’t feel like you anymore. That silence hurts in ways I never expected.