I worked at a fancy office, had an excellent salary, bought myself a beautiful apartment in Amsterdam's city center, and had a top-of-the-line car that took me everywhere I wanted to go.
Every night, I went out for dinner and enjoyed luxury and decadence. I attracted a partner who adored me; what more could I wish for?
But then, I started to slip without really noticing it, and I lost my grip on life.
I ended up with a burn-out. I was giving more than I had to offer and could not set my boundaries.
One of the worst things I remember was that burnout was not visible. I clearly remember thinking it would be easier to have a broken arm than a broken spirit.