Burnout. It’s a term we’ve all heard before. Over the years there have been numerous times when I contemplated whether or not I was ‘burnt out’; and even more times when I counselled students, relatives and friends about the possibility of it.
As a child growing up I loved Christmas. The time out from school, gifting and receiving presents, making Jamie Oliver’s mince pies with my sister and mum, carol concerts and of course the roast potatoes. Actually, the latter hasn’t changed at all (my husband is on the quest for the perfect roast potato recipe this year, fingers crossed)
It perhaps comes as no surprise that as a mental health professional, a fictional book about loneliness, trauma and self discovery appeals to me; but I think there’s so much more to this story than that.