Hardest for me was giving myself “permission” to recover. What I mean is that like a NBA star who is in the game but exhausted gets pissed when the coach pulls him out of the game for a breather (even if he desperately needs one) because well he’s the “the man” and you don’t put the man on the bench. I was exhausted, depressed, and anti-social outside work. But I did not want to stop because work was also my identity where I was “the man”. I forced myself (eventually) to take a time out but it has been very difficult being idle and I find myself struggling for something that is interesting and makes me happy to do. I can’t just sit on the bench. I find “doing nothing” basically impossible.