I am still productive enough to be misunderstood

Dear Delyara, That sentence landed hard when I thought it. Productive enough to be misunderstood. Because the work gets done, because the face stays composed enough, because the daily shape of life continues, nobody — sometimes not even me — fully respects how much is missing from the inside. Burnout has not made me stop. It has made me dimmer while continuing. That is such a strange kind of suffering. Visible enough to live through. Invisible enough to be denied. I don’t want to deny it anymore.