this is the second time iv burnt out and i feel after each time my capacity to handle stuff diminishes greatly. like after the first time i was able to go back to full time work eventually but had to bascially sacrifice having a social life cos it was too exhausting. but this time i think im only gonna be able to work part time. plus have no life. like fucking ay what is even the point. im too tired to do anything so what is the point of being alive
I can relate to all of this. Each burn-out gets successively harder to recover from.
That said, I made a lot of mistakes this time around. At my old job, I was the sole person in charge of the company's entire (IT) operations commitment to some very high-stakes customers. I pushed my bosses several times about the unsustainable nature of this arrangement, both for me and the company. There was documentation in case I would perish, but no one else at the company with the particular skillset required to make use of it. And even if they brought a contractor in, it would take at least a month until this person was up and running. I never worked insanely long weeks, but I carried this responsibility 24/7 even though it wasn't in my role to do so. But when no one else can do something, it automatically falls into your lap
. I'd take calls when I was sick, calls late at night, fixing things when needed. I got overtime for those, but that was it.
My bosses understood the problem, but their hands were tied by upper management. The same upper management then sacked all but one contractor, cutting a third of our development staff and causing a small exodus of some senior staff, during a crucial phase of several projects. The company was financially stable and set to post a profit for the year - just not a big enough one to hit the target. It was a private company so with a little long-term thinking it shouldn't have mattered at all.
Some projects had to be put on hold, but not enough to sufficiently cut the workload. Instead they spread it out. I became the sole developer on one of the company's most high-profile projects, which had previously been managed by contractors and senior staff. I only had a vague understanding of how it worked. At this stage, me and few colleagues buckled under the pressure. But I was still alone on operations and couldn't leave it. So I kept at it while out sick for a while, until they finally could bring in someone else. Then I went back to work to get him up to speed, but I was completely fucked and struggled to do even the most basic tasks. I went to work far too long before quitting. What really sucked is that in the end, no one seemed to understand. Not my boss, who due to my health issues later refused to be a reference when I applied for new work, because "if there were any more issues, his credibility would be tarnished". Not my then domestic partner, but that's a story for another day. Man, this got long.