I was six months pregnant, running on coffee and adrenaline, when my dream job became my nightmare. After 30 hours straight at work, I crashed at home, only to wake up hitting an emotional wall. That script on my desk? Impossible to face. Despite a successful career in television production and opportunities that took me to exotic locations, I was drowning. The constant anxiety, guilt over neglecting family, and endless mental to-do lists were crushing my spirit. Each morning, I'd stare at my reflection, barely recognising the exhausted woman looking back at me. My career achievements felt hollow as I missed another family dinner, another weekend, another chance to be present in my own life. The more "successful" I became, the more I felt like I was failing at everything that truly mattered.