I keep forgetting I have this blog. But today felt like the right time to write something - something a bit more personal than usual.
I want to talk about burnout.
A while back I was deep in a very large infrastructure project. What started as a technical role slowly turned into something much broader - I found myself handling bits of legal, commercial negotiations, RFP work, supplier discussions. A lot of moving parts. And somewhere along the way, I realised I was doing most of it on my own.
The late nights started adding up. Long calls with suppliers making sure the bill of materials was right, checking the solution actually held together end to end, always that nagging feeling that something had been missed somewhere. It just kept going.
And then something shifted in me.
It's hard to describe. I'd never experienced anything like it before - burnout, anxiety, call it what you want - but it hit me in a way I really wasn't prepared for. I've always been someone who just gets on with things, so even recognising what was happening took time.
I'm still working through it, honestly. But the one thing I keep coming back to is how much my family and friends have helped. I didn't realise how much I'd need that, or how much it would matter.
I'm not going to go into all the details here. I just needed to write this down. And maybe, if someone else has been through something similar and didn't quite have the words for it either — this is me saying, yeah, me too.