It took me two years to find myself again after losing someone extremely close to me. Two years where I didn't recognize my own reflection. Two years where my mind ran on fumes. Call it burnout. Call it shutdown. Call it collapse. Pick whatever word feels right. They all fit.

Spring cleaning season. Toss the clothes, vacuum the corners, maybe even scrub the grout. But some of the mess we carry isn’t in the junk drawer. It’s in the energy. T