My breaking point didn’t arrive with a dramatic crash. It was more like a slow, creeping fatigue that had settled deep into my bones. For months, I had been running on fumes, fueled by caffeine and a relentless to-do list. My sleep was restless, my mind was a constant buzz of anxiety, and the joy I once found in my work and hobbies had faded to a dull gray. I was burned out. I knew I...