Recently, I realized that I’m burnt out. There, I said it. It’s ridiculously hard for me to admit. Why? 1. To admit being burnt out means I need help. I hate asking for help. I’d rather go to the dentist and the gynecologist on the same day. 2. Reaching a state of burnout sounds like something that requires tremendous suffering, surviving a lot of traumas, and having a lot of issues. Does my life really contain that much turmoil? 3.