By Megan DeMaria Hogg
When I entered the workforce a little over two years ago, I was a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed young speech therapist, fresh out of grad school with little to no concept of what burnout would look or feel like.
My first job is one that I am grateful for in that it gave me experience with a wide variety of patient populations and diagnoses, but I was drastically unprepared for achieving that elusive work/life balance. I was working long hours with a 45 minute commute there and back, and I quickly began to feel disconnected from my own life. I wasn’t sleeping well, I had little time for friends or fun, and I cried more than was probably normal. (Side note: I am all about a good cry, but when you are sobbing in your car every evening at the thought of returning to work again the next day, something’s got to give.)