You stay late because someone needs help. You skip lunch because your patients come first. You answer work texts on your days off. You agree to "just one more shift." Little by little, your own needs move lower and lower on the priority list.

You clock out after a twelve-hour shift, get in your car, and sit in silence. You go home to your family but feel distant. Someone asks how your day was, and you honestly don't know what to say because it all feels like a blur.