Trying Again Without Losing Yourself This Time
Leaving
was only the beginning. This is what happens when the dust settles, and you're
left with yourself.
A story on what it feels like to start over after burnout, without falling back into old habits.
Starting over sounds simple
until you're standing in it. You want to move forward, rebuild something meaningful,
maybe open your heart, or start a new project, but there's this quiet fear
tucked underneath. The fear of vanishing, of getting so wrapped up in proving
you're ready, worthy, or capable that you lose the very person who got you this
far.
I was having coffee with someone
recently. Halfway through the conversation, I noticed I wasn't fully there
anymore. I had already started editing myself, molding my responses to match
what I thought they needed. I hadn't been asked to perform, but I still did.
That was subtle, almost forgettable, but I walked away with a tight chest and
that familiar feeling, that I was fading again.
That’s what makes trying again
hard. It’s not the leap itself, it’s everything you're dragging with you. The
old instincts, the old pace, the people-pleasing patterns that feel like second
skin. If you've burned out before, you know how easy it is to disappear in the
name of being good, or impressive, or needed.
Recovery gave me a new lens. I
started noticing the smaller ways I’d abandon myself, the unnecessary yes, and
the overthought reply, and the way I’d say sorry just for taking up space. I
stopped waiting for a dramatic crash and started watching for the slow leak.
That’s where most of my energy used to go.
There was one night I stayed
home when I could’ve gone out. Nothing major happened. I made rice and beef
stew, sat on the floor, and felt the quiet. I wasn’t avoiding people; I was
choosing myself. That night didn’t look impressive, but it was a change. I
didn’t chase connection by shrinking, I didn’t try to earn rest, and I let it
be enough.
Trying again now means checking
in with myself more often, it means noticing when effort starts turning into
erasure. I want to work hard, love deeply, build something real, but not at the
cost of myself, not if it means going missing again in the process.
I’m not in the business of
pretending to have all the answers. What I have is lived experience, and what I
know is this: The real work is often invisible. It’s how you show up for
yourself when no one’s watching. It’s learning to stay present without
overperforming. It’s learning to let silence stay silent.
So if you’re here, trying to
start over without burning out again, you’re not behind, you’re aware. That
awareness is your anchor. You get to try again, but this time, differently.
This time, you'll stay visible, and you'll stay whole.
This story isn’t finished, yet. It’s unfolding in real time, and you’re
part of it.
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Even as the silence stretches, you're still moving quietly, slowly, and
unmistakably forward.
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