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.

When people hear the words spring cleaning, they usually think of closets, junk drawers, and that one cabinet in the kitchen where lids go to die. But if I’m being honest, the deeper cleaning in my life has rarely started with a mop.