Reading Time: 6 minutes The last time I got burned out, it was pretty bad.  Bad enough that I realized I could no longer function the way I had been for so long.  The perfection I had been seeking was making me sick. And my body had been telling me this for a long time since my mind was hell-bent on not listening.  I had to go back to basics–I spent many hours in bed, switching back and forth between games on my iPhone and Netflix. And to be honest, this was exactly the therapy I needed.  When I was physically weak, my expectations of myself were low. I could kind of just exist. At ground zero, I was ok with just being human. I wasn’t fighting anymore, and I felt a freedom that I hadn’t in a long time.  Some might call this a spiritual awakening. To me, it was a total release. I had to let go of everything because I was mainly useless. And what I had been avoiding, been so afraid of, the big failure, felt really good.