Johanna Read

I spent several weeks staring up at my ceiling. “Do I have three hours before my alarm, or is it only two?” I’d wonder while waiting for sleep to come. Finally, I described my insomnia to my doctor. “You don’t have a sleep problem, my dear,” she says. “You have a stress problem.” She diagnosed me with burnout. I was shocked. Technically, it’s a mix of exhaustion, depression, and anxiety, but the long road to recovery is the same.