After burnout, everything feels slower.
Even hope.
You want to create again.
To show up.
To care—but without losing yourself this time.
And that’s the tricky part.
Re-entering the world without wearing the mask again.
Doing what you love without letting it devour you.
This isn’t a comeback.
It’s a return—on your terms, in your time, with boundaries built from scar tissue and self-respect.
You’re not starting over.
You’re starting wiser.
💬 Who else is re-entering life differently this time?
