Even if you’re lucky enough to have a job, you’re probably not very excited to get to the office in the morning, you don’t feel much appreciated while you’re there, you find it difficult to get your most important work accomplished, amid all the distractions, and you don’t believe that what you’re doing makes much of a difference anyway. By the time you get home, you’re pretty much running on empty, and yet still answering emails until you fall asleep.
Sounds about right.
The thing is, I’m only 22. I’m taking one summer class, working maybe 20-30 hours a week, and am undeniably privileged in more ways than I can count. My life is closer to a cakewalk than the majority of the rest of the world’s population could fathom, I would imagine. And I’m not being cocky about this.
So why do I relate so much to this concept of widespread stress, depletion, burnout? Is it only going to get worse?