I used to think 'self-care' was some kind of luxury only rich people could afford, like a massage. Turns out, it's more like remembering to breathe when you're drowning. I used to schedule "fun" like it was a root canal. Now, if I don't guard my downtime like a goddamn dragon, I start short-circuiting. Like, actual, noticeable glitches in my personality. Who knew burnout was a real thing, not just something whiny people complained about?