By the time I get home, work has taken everything, and the people I love get the leftovers — which is basically nothing. My kid asks me a question and I hear myself snapping at them over something small. I hate the person this exhaustion is turning me into, and I don't know how to stop it.
More people experience this than they realize.
Work leaves you nothing for the people you love, and you hate who that makes you.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.