For the first time in seven years, my burnout is gone.
Celebrate with me as I do what I want without the fear that I’ll be told I am wrong or a tortured artist.
My past has made me who I am, but I am not controlled by the ghosts that haunt my memories. They serve as reminders of the journey that I have been on and examples of how not to treat others and myself.
Goodbye burnout. You can now return to the pit of emotional hell without me.