Whatever it is that's beyond burn out, I think I'm there.
Over
the last year and a bit, I've clung on to work and a vague sense of hope that things will change for me, that this proposal will land, or that story will be read by more than
three people, but it's been hard to sustain. Having to watch projects fall apart, seeing doors
close to me permanently, losing friends... It's all just chipping away, slowly draining whatever reserves I've got left, and sapping whatever motivation I had to just keep writing. It's just making me think seriously about calling it a day.
As it stands, I have one project to see through, so I'm jumping off the performative outrage machine that is social media for a bit, to try and retain what mental bandwidth I have left to see it over the line.
After that, I really don't know.
