I'm 47 and man, I'm just… done. Like, profoundly, deeply BLAH done. I swear I sleep enough (I actually track it, which is peak sad, no?) but I still wake up feeling like I ran a marathon uphill both ways. And then I have to go to work and try to look like I give a damn when another client tells me some truly awful shit, and I just sit there nodding, thinking, "God, I hope I remembered to pay the electric bill." (You gotta laugh, right? Otherwise you just... scream.) It's like my empathy meter is just permanently on empty, and that’s a real problem when your whole job is literally *being* empathetic.