When I Finally Got Overwhelmed By My Humanitarian Job

I quit my job because I was burnt out. I had long, tiring, stressful days. After work I couldn’t do or think about anything. Some days I numbed myself with beer or Gilmore Girls. Other days I lay on my bed and wrote down notes from the day: things that bothered me, things that still had to be done, things I had to remember in the morning. Then I would see Raja or host dinner or play cards with friends (Tuesday nights we played Sheepshead).

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