Existential Burnout: When Your Soul Files a Restraining Order Against Your Life

Let’s cut the crap—this isn’t your average “I need a vacation” kind of tired. This is soul-deep exhaustion that no amount of self-care Sundays or peppermint tea is going to fix. You’re not tired. You’re done. Done performing. Done pretending. Done putting one more damn sticker on a gratitude journal that feels faker than your last Zoom smile.

What It Is (And Why It Feels Like You’re Dying Inside)

Existential burnout is when your internal GPS goes full static. You’ve been running on autopilot for so long, the system crashes. You don’t know who you are anymore, what you want, or why the hell you’re even here. You start to wonder if this is all there is—and the answer terrifies you.

It’s not just a job thing. It’s not just a trauma thing. It’s a soul crisis.

And no, it’s not some romanticized “dark night of the soul” you can fix with a moon ritual and cacao. This is a screaming void that dares you to face your truth or lose your mind.

What It’s Not (Despite What Instagram Tells You)

  • It’s not burnout from being “too busy.” It’s burnout from being misaligned AF.
  • It’s not depression (though it might flirt with it). Depression numbs you. Existential burnout haunts you.
  • It’s not fixed with bubble baths, matcha, or manifesting a Tesla. Sorry. It’s not aesthetic—it’s apocalyptic.

The Four Phases of Existential Burnout (aka The Sh*t Spiral of Awakening)

  1. Numb & Disconnected
    You feel like you’re watching your life on Netflix, but it’s on mute. Nothing moves you. You’re there—but not there.
  2. Restless & Angry as Hell
    You want to scream at everything and everyone. Your boss? A clown. Your friends? Surface-level zombies. Your life? A sitcom you never auditioned for.
  3. Collapse & Void
    Here’s where you flatline. No motivation. No clarity. Just a void where your purpose used to be. Even brushing your teeth feels like a TED Talk.
  4. Awakening (If You’re Brave Enough)
    This is the part where most people run. But if you stay—really stay—you get reborn. You finally stop outsourcing your worth. You burn the mask. And you rebuild from something raw, real, and f*cking powerful.

How To Escape the Existential Dumpster Fire

  • Stop lying to yourself.
    About your job. Your relationship. Your identity. Burn the script.
  • Feel the damn thing.
    Don’t journal it away. Don’t spiritualize it. Feel it. Let it roar.
  • Go on a truth cleanse.
    Detox from anything fake, forced, or fear-based—including your own BS.
  • Find your real voice.
    Not the one you use to get likes. The one you buried to survive.
  • Work with someone who doesn’t flinch in the dark.
    Who’s been there. Who gets it. Who won’t throw affirmations at your existential crisis like glitter at a funeral.

Spoiler: That’s Me.

I don’t do light and fluffy. I do raw and real. I’m not here to coach your persona—I’m here to resurrect your truth.

If you’re ready to stop faking it and start living like your soul is actually in the driver’s seat, send me a message.

Because you don’t need a nap.
You need a f*cking resurrection

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