The billable hour doesn’t stop. The client emergencies don’t wait. The expectation that you are always on, always competent, always unshakeable, that’s not a feature of your job. It’s the entire culture. And asking for help in that environment, even privately, can feel like a risk.
So you push through. You manage. You perform. And underneath that performance, something is burning out that you don’t know how to talk about. The anxiety that hums through depositions and client calls. The Sunday dread that’s been building for years. The cynicism that wasn’t there when you started. The way you used to care about this work and the quiet, unsettling feeling that you don’t anymore.
That’s not weakness. That’s what sustained, unprocessed pressure does to a nervous system. And it responds to the right kind of help.

