I recall gazing at the list of remedies, each promising to combat the severe burnout that gripped me. It made me feel like a fraud, peddling false hope to weary souls. The Garden, my digital oasis for the overworked, became a monument to my failures. No amount of meditation, exercise, or time management could shake off the demon of burnout. So I closed The Garden.
Amid my despair, I had to stop, recollect and reflect. This tale documents my journey through the darkness, and I call it Coding Through the Storm: My Battle with Burnout.