I spent eleven years in tech, most of it very good at a job that was quietly dismantling me. I burned out at 34. Properly — the kind where you sit in the car outside the office and can’t make your hand open the door. It took a year to come back. The second time it came for me, I saw it early. That’s the difference I can give you: I know what it looks like from the inside, three months before it arrives. I’m not here to tell you to do yoga. I’m here because someone did this for me, badly, and then someone did it well — and I’ve spent the years since learning the difference.