At the beginning of the summer, right before I took some planned time off, I found myself starting to feel burned out. Despite what I know about the importance of rest and everything I’ve learned from living with a chronic illness, I’d been doing a crummy job of taking care of myself. Luckily, I recognised the warning signs and clawed my way back from the edge. I can’t promise I’ll never stumble down that path again, but I definitely learned some important lessons.

What Is Burnout?

Burnout is a form of exhaustion caused by exposure to prolonged, chronic stress that eventually results in severe physical, mental and emotional fatigue. It tends to be associated with occupational stress, but burnout can be triggered by anything. Parenting, a pandemic, the massive political bin fire we currently find ourselves living in… the list goes on.

I would argue modern life is stressful in a whole new way. I adore social media, but I also believe we’re not designed to consume or carry the amount of information we’re exposed to these days. On a basic level, knowing what hundreds of people are up to every day, what they’re thinking, how they’re spending their time, is a lot. And then there’s all the suffering. Horrifying images, awful news stories, a rapist for a president. All in the palm of our hand, from the minute we pick up our phones.

Within this context, I’m sure our capacity for everyday, run-of-the-mill stress is reduced. Perhaps we’re all living on the edge of burnout right now. Maybe that’s our new normal.

Rest Vs. Recovery

Any discussion about burnout benefits from clarifying the difference between rest and recovery. Although the terms are often used interchangeably, they have distinct meanings.

Rest refers to a period of inactivity or relaxation that allows the body and/or mind to stop exerting energy. Its primary goal is to reduce fatigue and give you a break from physical or mental strain. Through this, it can help you avoid overexertion and… burnout.

Recovery, on the other hand, is about restoring the body and mind to their optimal state after exertion, injury or stress. Recovery often includes rest, hence the confusion, but if we’re only resting when our body gives us no other choice, it isn’t rest, it’s recovery, which means the damage has already been done.

4 Lessons from the Edge of Burnout

  • Severe Overwhelm is the First Warning Sign

In an overwhelming world it’s becoming harder to spot overwhelm that’s out of the ordinary and cause for concern. For me, it was an ever-increasing inability to cope with my usual responsibilities, especially those that fell outside of work. Small tasks suddenly felt insurmountable. I couldn’t organise my thoughts, plan our meals for the week ahead or write a shopping list. The simplest decisions became impossible. Everything was too much, and the more balls I dropped, the more overwhelmed I felt.    

  • Lack of Motivation and Joy Come Next

Apathy was the loudest alarm bell. I am normally a very enthusiastic person. I consider it one of my strengths. I do most things with passion and excitement. When I found myself loathing things I usually enjoy, I knew something wasn’t right.

Cooking was the first thing to go. Feeding a family is hard work, but I love food, trying new recipes and experimenting with ingredients. On the brink of burnout, if I manged to overcome the overwhelm and choose an evening meal, the thought of standing at the stove and labouring over a dish my family would demolish in minutes filled me with dread. I was also feeling unappreciated – another sign I’d been doing too much and failing to ask for help.

  • Pushing Through Is Not an Option

I was very lucky I had planned to take most of August off this year. But even if that annual leave hadn’t been in my calendar, I’d have had no choice but to stop working. This is what separates burnout out from other forms of stress and exhaustion – you reach a point where you simply cannot push through.

Often, ‘pushing through’ is what brings us to the point of burnout in the first place. This year, I worked solidly from the beginning of January to early August without taking a proper break. While I’m good at finishing early on a Friday or taking the odd day off midweek, I hadn’t allowed myself a period of extended downtime since Christmas. In 2025, as well as creating small pockets of rest in my working week, I’m going to make sure I take at least seven days off in a row in the spring.

  • Rest {Still} Doesn’t Come Easily  

Living in a body that point blank refuses to function if I fail to prioritise rest has taught me so much about our collective relationship with the idea. It’s complicated, and it always has been, so most of us did not grow up seeing rest modelled to us. We were taught to work hard, soldier on, and always be striving. Our perception of rest is closely intertwined with notions of laziness.

If we’re able to make peace with the idea, many of us believe rest must be earned. Downtime is carefully rationed and only permitted when we’ve worked sufficiently hard enough. But we keep shifting the threshold and deciding we don’t deserve a break after all. The idea of resting before reaching the point of exhaustion is confusing in a world where exhaustion is taken as proof you’re working hard enough.

Even those of us who are convinced of its importance can struggle to engage in rest. When we do, it can be hard to shake the guilt that comes from feeling unproductive. Then there’s the fact so many of us stay busy simply to avoid the horrors of the world. Slowing down, taking time out or ‘doing nothing’ might require us to confront difficult thoughts and feelings.

In other words, it’s not our fault if we find rest difficult or fail at it to the point of burning out. Making rest a non-negotiable part of your life means unravelling yourself from the dominant culture. It requires you to believe your value as a human being is not tied to your productivity. It means accepting you are important and worthy of love even when you’re not working or doing.

These things are not easy. Teetering so close to burnout despite everything I know and believe about the importance of rest proves this. All we can do is reaffirm our commitment and keep trying.

  • Love Audrey xxx

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Lessons From the Edge of Burnout
May in photos 🤳

1. Finally, some Franky weather. One of the best things about this month has been dusting off my summer dresses and being able to wear sandals ☀️

2+3. Coronation weekend. So many thoughts 💭 But the food was good! I made a vegan version of my mum’s famous coronation chicken and it was delicious.

4. Jesse staying upbeat during yet another trip to hospital. That steroid buzz though. IYKYK.

5. Some of the food served at the first meeting of Bristol Cook Book Club since 2020. It felt so good to get this going again. I can’t wait for our next feast!

6. Me among the cow parsley, snapped by Jesse.

7. I’ve been thinking about creativity a lot this month while working through the ‘The Artist’s Way’. 

8. Breakfast outside.

9. {Still} scrapbooking December. Fingers crossed I can finally wrap up this project in June 🤞🏻

10. Izzy’s final show at The Tobacco Factory. After tonight, she’ll be done with college {and compulsory education} forever 🤯

We packed a lot into this month. Enough to fill two carousels! This might explain why I’m so tired! I’m looking forward to June though. Everything’s better when the sun shines ✨
@_charlieswift has been raving about ‘The Artist’s Way’ by Julia Cameron for years. I finally caved, ordered the book and agreed to work through the course with her and some other artists. 

The book focuses on ‘guiding you through the process of recovering your creative self’ to ‘help you unleash your inner artist’. It’s early days {I’ve only read as far as week two and I haven’t even started my morning pages yet - IYKYK}, but I’m enjoying the process so far. 

Today I took myself on my first Artist Date - ‘a block of time… especially set aside and committed to nurturing your creative consciousness, your inner artist’. I decided to treat myself to a solo cinema trip to see ‘Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret.’ The film was brilliant and taking time out midweek to do something just for me felt… kind of naughty? And fun! It definitely filled my creative well {again, IYKYK}.

Have you read ‘The Artist’s Way?’ Where would you go on a date with your inner artist?!
Franky weather ☀️🌅🔆🌻✨

That’s it, that’s the caption.
April in photos 🤳

1. Our trip to London over Easter was a definite highlight this month. Here’s the obligatory ‘flowers outside Liberty’ shot.

2. Finally! Some sunshine! More of the same please, Mr. Weatherman ☀️

3. Dressed for a day of sightseeing in my new favourite pink jacket. It’s Boden and I bought it in the sale 💖

4 + 5. Scenes from a trip to the big Waterstones in Piccadilly. This poem by @charlycox1 floored me. Crying in a bookshop. Not awkward at all.

6. I was proud of these steps, so I’m posting them here for posterity 🚶🏼‍♀️🥄

7. The Easter holidays also featured lots of lazy days 🎮😴

8. We bought a nutribullet and I’m officially in my smoothie era.

9 + 10. Dinner and drinks at @thecoconuttreeuk with our IzzyBee. Taking your daughter out for cocktails is a season of parenting I’m very much enjoying.

Not pictured: a family funeral and the chest infection I’m still getting over 🤒 How was April for you?
Easter weekend in my hometown 💃🏼

No trip to London is long enough for me to see all the people and do all the things I want to do while I’m there, but we always manage to pack a lot in. It’s 17 years since I moved away, but somehow it still feels like coming home. Here’s some of what we got up to…

1. Being tourists.

2. Shopping at Westfield.

3 + 4. Hanging out and eating at Southbank.

5. Refuelling in Chinatown.

6. Enjoying the big Waterstones in Piccadilly.

7. Admiring the spring flowers outside Liberty.

8. Visiting the Imperial War Museum for the first time since I was a child.

9 + 10. Seeing Elton John at the O2 with my mama 👓🎹🎤🪩✨

I hope you’ve managed to enjoy the long weekend, whatever you’ve been up to! That sunshine though!☀️🤩
March in Photos 🤳

1. How it’s going…

2. How it started.

3. My in-laws were involved in a terrible car crash earlier this month. They’re very, very lucky to be alive. It was a horrible time, so I’m grateful there was a happy ending.

4. My husband sent me this photo of a photo from our wedding day while he was visiting his parents. Turns out his mum carries it in her purse ❤️

5. While I was waiting for news from Derby, I took myself out on a walk and ended up in @thesmallcitybookshop. It was like my feet knew books would bring me comfort.

6 + 7. Just spring things.

8. Vegan lemon and almond loaf and a green smoothie from @theorchardcoffeeco 🍰🌱

9. I bought it 🌸

10. Other music? I don’t know her. 

How’s March been treating you? Personally, I’m ready for April and spring PROPER!
There is a past version of me who cannot believe I get to do this every day 💭📝💻

She’s around 12yrs old, working on her first novel in a little ring-bound notebook, dreaming up stories, devouring books and trying to imagine a life filled with words. Everything that makes my business possible now barely existed then, so even she’d struggle to conjure up  an image of what my life looks like now.

I’m grateful that I get to do this, for the clients who trust me to find the right words, and I’m grateful to that past version of me too. Without her, I wouldn’t be here now. Sure, she’d probably want me to hurry up and get back to that novel, but I think she’d be proud of the business I’ve built and the way I’ve managed to create a life filled with words.

What did you want to be when you grew up?
Lockdown memories, three years on 🦠⏳

Very little of my life made it on to the grid in 2020, so this is the first time I’ve shared these images. They’re all from the first lockdown and most were taken between March and May. I think the arrival of spring will always remind me of this strange time.

When Boris made his announcement on the 23rd, our children had already been out of school for a week. Jesse, who was initially deemed clinically vulnerable, spent the next 6m shielding. He left primary school one day not realising he’d never go back. He did not see another child his age until the summer. Like many kids and adults in the same situation, the experience had a deep impact on his mental health. 

Izzy was in Year 10. As the pandemic raged on, she did most of her GCSEs online, celebrated her 16th birthday via Netflix Party, finished secondary school with minimal fanfare and missed out on prom completely. When she finally had a normal night out with friends in the winter of 2021, I cried quietly in the kitchen when she got home. Seeing her so happy and animated after a simple ‘cheeky Nando’s’ only highlighted everything she’d missed out on in the previous 18 months.

It’s easy to forget how little we knew about the virus in the beginning and how frightening that was for everyone involved. We had it easy in comparison to some, but I still marvel at the way we coped with it all. The way we isolated, home schooled and kept our businesses ticking over. My goodness it was hard! As my children often joke, I hope we’re done living through major historical events for a while.