A warning: this post deals with suicide
Before I could move forward, I had to take a hard look at why I resisted acknowledging my burnout and for so long. And why was I so ashamed to tell people? For the first several weeks of being off work, I didn’t tell anyone and I actually hid in my home. I think I was embarrassed that I wasn’t strong enough to work through this.
What was particularly shocking to me was that I had experienced firsthand the impact of depression. My beloved father died by suicide decades earlier.
How could I possibly judge myself so harshly when I had championed at every opportunity the importance of “breaking the stigma” and normalizing mental health? Through tears, I remembered my father who had bravely acknowledged his pain and sought help in the 1980’s….
How could I possibly judge myself so harshly when I had championed at every opportunity the importance of “breaking the stigma” and normalizing mental health? Through tears, I remembered my father who had bravely acknowledged his pain and sought help in the 1980’s….
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