The Road We Walk
Mar 06, 2021
Blogging for me has been an interesting thing. It’s so easy to think that the thoughts I have and the problems I encounter are mine alone. To identify myself with them and define myself by them. To think that no one else in the world has these thoughts or problems.
Blogging has opened my eyes to the fact that this really isn’t true.
We share so much of our humanity with those around us, yet often we feel like we must keep those ‘uncomfortable human bits’ to ourselves. To project our best self forward only.
My burnout doesn't define me, but it is a part of me.
Thinking back on when I burnt out, I remember how I felt then.
Alone.
Overwhelmed.
Tired. So tired.
Depended on. Suffocated.
Yet, I was still functioning.
Outwardly at least, I was ‘good’. Perhaps slightly ‘stressed’, but ‘good’.
When in fact I didn’t even know how ‘not good’ I was.
I remember saying at the time that I felt like my “doctor light globe had gone out”.
I was still happy at home as a wife and mother, but my fuse was shorter.
I wasn’t depressed, but my sleep was affected. I would wake most nights in the early hours and lie there, unable to get back to sleep. But I was productive in those early morning hours. Ever the lark, I got work done to maximise my body's inability to hold onto the fitful slumber of those cold moments pre-dawn before my household and the world awoke.
I had started a new business. I had done all the branding and marketing myself. The website a shining example of my early morning exploits.
My body’s subtle calls to slow down and find balance were duly noted.
I threw the full force of over a decade of personal mindfulness practice to bringing mindful awareness to myself and what in hindsight was my impending burn out.
I practiced gratitude and self compassion.
I journalled.
I practiced my beloved yoga. In fact, ever the Type A person I was, I was in the process of undertaking a full 200hr Yoga Teacher Training. So yoga too had become a ‘job’ to me.
I ate well, I went to bed early (to counteract the 3am wakefulness).
I saw a psychologist.
I did everything that I told my patients to do when they found themselves in these difficult times.
But I still burnt out.
Why?
In the time since then, I’ve been blessed to be able to spend a lot of time in reflection on this. I’ve also been graciously supported through an intense period of personal growth and discovery by my husband and family. I feel like I have a better understanding of the stones that paved the path towards burn out for me.
This is of course only my path.
Perhaps others may find a stone or two common with their own and find these reflections helpful?
Perhaps not.
But here are some of the things that I have learned by walking this path to burn out and back again.
Blogging has opened my eyes to the fact that this really isn’t true.
We share so much of our humanity with those around us, yet often we feel like we must keep those ‘uncomfortable human bits’ to ourselves. To project our best self forward only.
My burnout doesn't define me, but it is a part of me.
Thinking back on when I burnt out, I remember how I felt then.
Alone.
Overwhelmed.
Tired. So tired.
Depended on. Suffocated.
Yet, I was still functioning.
Outwardly at least, I was ‘good’. Perhaps slightly ‘stressed’, but ‘good’.
When in fact I didn’t even know how ‘not good’ I was.
I remember saying at the time that I felt like my “doctor light globe had gone out”.
I was still happy at home as a wife and mother, but my fuse was shorter.
I wasn’t depressed, but my sleep was affected. I would wake most nights in the early hours and lie there, unable to get back to sleep. But I was productive in those early morning hours. Ever the lark, I got work done to maximise my body's inability to hold onto the fitful slumber of those cold moments pre-dawn before my household and the world awoke.
I had started a new business. I had done all the branding and marketing myself. The website a shining example of my early morning exploits.
My body’s subtle calls to slow down and find balance were duly noted.
I threw the full force of over a decade of personal mindfulness practice to bringing mindful awareness to myself and what in hindsight was my impending burn out.
I practiced gratitude and self compassion.
I journalled.
I practiced my beloved yoga. In fact, ever the Type A person I was, I was in the process of undertaking a full 200hr Yoga Teacher Training. So yoga too had become a ‘job’ to me.
I ate well, I went to bed early (to counteract the 3am wakefulness).
I saw a psychologist.
I did everything that I told my patients to do when they found themselves in these difficult times.
But I still burnt out.
Why?
In the time since then, I’ve been blessed to be able to spend a lot of time in reflection on this. I’ve also been graciously supported through an intense period of personal growth and discovery by my husband and family. I feel like I have a better understanding of the stones that paved the path towards burn out for me.
This is of course only my path.
Perhaps others may find a stone or two common with their own and find these reflections helpful?
Perhaps not.
But here are some of the things that I have learned by walking this path to burn out and back again.
1. That a step back is often infinitely harder to make than a step forward in life.β
Life has a certain inertia to it. Each day rolls around, as the seasons change, the world keeps turning. Life keeps moving on.
Even in the most untenable situations there is still momentum to time alone.
In choosing to take a step back from work, socialising, the online world, what ever it is we are considering taking a step back from, we are innately aware that these ‘worlds’ keep going without us. Nothing is on pause.
Stepping forward, in whatever capacity we can, continues to indulge us in the idea that we are ‘keeping up’.
Stepping back (or even sideways) involves the reality of falling behind.
Now I know that this isn’t a bad thing. Logically, we ALL know that this isn’t a bad thing. But I want you to think about the last time you turned down an opportunity or opted to take a leave of absence. How did you feel?
For most of us, the FOMO is strong!
And when we inevitably return to our own forward path in life, we are acutely aware of the momentum we feel we’ve missed.
Again, this is not a bad thing. Simply my own observation as to how I felt pre ‘stepping back’. That sometimes continuing to do something, even if we know it is bad for us, seems easier than making a change.
Even in the most untenable situations there is still momentum to time alone.
In choosing to take a step back from work, socialising, the online world, what ever it is we are considering taking a step back from, we are innately aware that these ‘worlds’ keep going without us. Nothing is on pause.
Stepping forward, in whatever capacity we can, continues to indulge us in the idea that we are ‘keeping up’.
Stepping back (or even sideways) involves the reality of falling behind.
Now I know that this isn’t a bad thing. Logically, we ALL know that this isn’t a bad thing. But I want you to think about the last time you turned down an opportunity or opted to take a leave of absence. How did you feel?
For most of us, the FOMO is strong!
And when we inevitably return to our own forward path in life, we are acutely aware of the momentum we feel we’ve missed.
Again, this is not a bad thing. Simply my own observation as to how I felt pre ‘stepping back’. That sometimes continuing to do something, even if we know it is bad for us, seems easier than making a change.
2. There is a threshold at which my brain functions optimally.
When I stress my operating system above that threshold, all functions tend to suffer. I and I alone am the one who knows where that limit is and therefore I and I alone am the one who must honour that limit.
3. That flattery of the Ego will often cause us to go beyond what we know we are capable of.
Is this a good thing or a bad thing? I guess it depends how much point 2) affects you or not?
4. That the thing that hooks our Ego in the first place, often begins to harm our Ego when we use it as an excuse to go beyond our optimal functioning limits.
For example, for me as a doctor it was helping people, a noble cause for sure. But when it became something that I allowed myself to make excuses for continuing to cause stress to my body as I watched it crumble around me, it was in fact merely a ‘hook’ that kept my Ego in the game. Helping people isn’t something you do as you’re drowning, that’s ‘saving’ people. And when your Ego is in the game, it becomes less about helping and more about saving and being a saviour.
Think about it, there’s got to be something valuable on the table to keep playing as you watch your world falling apart around you.
Now this was an uncomfortable truth for me to learn. My Ego story made it very easy for me to talk myself out of this fact. The praise and adulation of those around me made it even easier. But the more I made friends with my own Ego, seeing it not as a ‘bad’ thing but simply a construct that I had built around me over time. A reflection of the stories the world had told me and that I had absorbed about myself.
I was a ‘good person’.
I was smart.
I was a helper.
I could put aside my own needs for the needs of others.
As I began to see my own Ego as a small child in want and need of protection and affection. I saw that this steadfast push beyond even what I knew I was capable of at the time was not in fact ‘personal growth’, it was survival. Survival of an Ego and a person simply doing their best.
And this brings me to my final point.
Think about it, there’s got to be something valuable on the table to keep playing as you watch your world falling apart around you.
Now this was an uncomfortable truth for me to learn. My Ego story made it very easy for me to talk myself out of this fact. The praise and adulation of those around me made it even easier. But the more I made friends with my own Ego, seeing it not as a ‘bad’ thing but simply a construct that I had built around me over time. A reflection of the stories the world had told me and that I had absorbed about myself.
I was a ‘good person’.
I was smart.
I was a helper.
I could put aside my own needs for the needs of others.
As I began to see my own Ego as a small child in want and need of protection and affection. I saw that this steadfast push beyond even what I knew I was capable of at the time was not in fact ‘personal growth’, it was survival. Survival of an Ego and a person simply doing their best.
And this brings me to my final point.
β5. No amount of mindfulness or yoga can outweigh a lack of self awareness.
Self awareness is about knowing when to say ‘no’ more than it is about knowing when to say ‘yes’.
It is about learning where that ‘optimal functioning point’ is for your brain and respecting it. Not about never going beyond it (after all that is where we are able to grow) but more about bringing mindful awareness to when you are existing at your growth edges. Being in control of that time. Knowing when to pull the throttle and when to hit the brakes.
It is about making friends with your Ego. I mean true, laugh until you wet your pants kind of friends with your Ego. About seeing your Ego with the most compassionate of eyes and thanking it for always being there to protect you when the chips were down. About loving it and then carefully strapping it into the back seat so your True Self can take over from now on.
Awareness of the Self is about knowing that we are beautiful, dynamic and complex creatures who need to commit to a daily practice of exploration and compassion as we move and grow over time.
Like I said, this story is not all burn out stories. It is just mine.
It is however, a road I walk with many other travellers and I’m sure there is a step or two we may walk together on.
It is about learning where that ‘optimal functioning point’ is for your brain and respecting it. Not about never going beyond it (after all that is where we are able to grow) but more about bringing mindful awareness to when you are existing at your growth edges. Being in control of that time. Knowing when to pull the throttle and when to hit the brakes.
It is about making friends with your Ego. I mean true, laugh until you wet your pants kind of friends with your Ego. About seeing your Ego with the most compassionate of eyes and thanking it for always being there to protect you when the chips were down. About loving it and then carefully strapping it into the back seat so your True Self can take over from now on.
Awareness of the Self is about knowing that we are beautiful, dynamic and complex creatures who need to commit to a daily practice of exploration and compassion as we move and grow over time.
Like I said, this story is not all burn out stories. It is just mine.
It is however, a road I walk with many other travellers and I’m sure there is a step or two we may walk together on.
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