The workload is like a shadow that looms over every waking moment, growing longer as the day progresses, until it becomes a suffocating blanket that wraps around me at night, refusing to let me rest. It’s not just the tasks themselves—the emails, the meetings, the endless to-do lists—it’s the sheer weight of expectation that seems to press down on my chest, making it hard to breathe, to think, to function.…
