I’ve spent years thinking I was failing at jobs that I was actually succeeding at.

For a long time, I believed I kept losing jobs because I wasn’t trying hard enough or simply wasn’t good enough, but now I’m starting to believe I was actually burning out without recognising it.

I worked late, took on extra responsibilities, said yes when I should have said no, and constantly pushed myself to do more, yet somehow it never felt like enough.

The hardest part is accepting that I didn’t suck at those jobs—I was often good at them—but being good at something doesn’t mean it’s sustainable.

Maybe I’m finally learning the difference between being capable of doing a job and being suited for it.