Burned Out

I’m going to honest, I’m burned out. Dead as a door nail, stick a fork in me, I’m done. # I’m stressed out, but not from one particular task or subject. I come home mentally exhausted, and usually with a headache. This isn’t anything new, everyone gets burned out from time to time, but my usual management techniques just don’t work anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I put on a good face but I’m dead inside. I get accolades and awards for my work. I make time for my hobbies every other weekend yet I feel unfulfilled. This isn’t depression, depression is an old companion of mine. Depression I could handle, mange, and live with. I’ve always been a self-starter, but what I lack is a more important, a goal. I’m fighting complacency, I’m satisfied with what I have accomplished thus far and I struggle to want more.