The Impact of Burnout on My Sexual Health

My Efforts to Improve It

Stopping has always been a struggle for me.

At times, this is attributable to my proclivity for immersing myself completely in the tasks at hand.

Once I start developing a new concept, I begin jotting down notes, rapidly losing awareness of time. Sixty minutes can feel like a fleeting ten, and ten minutes seem to vanish instantly.

If I'm planning a photoshoot, I allocate an entire day because I obsess over each minute detail. I inadvertently skip meals, only acknowledging the passing time when the natural lighting begins to wane.

This also applies to my hobbies, particularly new ones. Crafts, painting, and knitting consume me so much that I become oblivious to my surroundings.

Despite all, I relish this mental state. It's when I create my most outstanding work. But it's not just about the work; being engrossed, focused, and fully committed to a task brings immense satisfaction. It may not seem significant from an outsider's perspective, but for me, it's exhilarating.

The downside is the transition back to reality.

Once I pause, reality hits me hard. The physical sensations I have been disregarding for hours overwhelm me. Exhaustion overwhelms me; my body aches, and my blood sugar plummets, leaving me lightheaded.

It's a harsh downfall that necessitates significant recuperation.

However, granting myself the requisite respite is a challenge.

Despite understanding the importance of breaks, I find it difficult to take them. This stems from my upbringing. My father considered rest a sign of lethargy, a mindset that has left a lasting impression on me.

While breaks should be restful, they often induce stress. Rather than quieting my mind, I end up pondering potential tasks: articles to write, pictures to capture, adult content to film, or podcast episodes to record.

When I lag in my tasks, the situation exacerbates. Delivering a podcast at the last moment, failing to update my OnlyFans, or writing fewer blog posts than the previous month generates an overpowering feeling of failure. This sensation is even more unpleasant than the exhaustion after an intense focus session.

Consequently, I eschew recovery and drive myself harder. I convince myself that re-entering the focused state and accomplishing tasks is what I need. I can deal with the consequences later.

Somehow, I believed I could sustain this. Perhaps because it initially seemed feasible. Ignoring the fatigue and propelling myself to commence usually resulted in me finding my focus and losing myself in my tasks.

Unsurprisingly, this was a miscalculation. The pace was unsustainable in the long run.

I could still force myself to work, to mechanically perform tasks, but attaining the focused state, even on a good day, became impossible.

Eventually, I lost the motivation to even try.

My backlog of tasks grew, plunging me deeper into misery. I felt incapacitated, like a drained battery with no charger in sight.

I wasn't merely struggling or experiencing anxiety or a lack of motivation. And I certainly wasn't being indolent - regardless of what my father might say.

This was a different phenomenon. I was experiencing severe burnout.

It had a profound impact on every facet of my life.

I frequently felt awful. I was perpetually fatigued. I barely managed to get work done and when I did, I lacked the patience and energy to achieve my usual results. I lost interest in activities that once brought me joy.

It also severely disrupted my sexual life.

Libido Loss in a Local Woman

Initially, sex was not an easy endeavor for me.

While I had a solid grasp of my preferences, which substantially aided, I had also acquired the knack for self-gratification. Fortuitously, I am partnered with a man adept at eliciting multiple, intense orgasms through his attuned understanding of my physicality and dexterous touch.

I seemed well-equipped for a satisfying sexual life, yet a singular element was amiss.

There were instances when I didn't crave it.

Throughout my adult life, my libido has been a constant challenge. Unless invigorated by the euphoria of a novel relationship, stimulating the desire for indulging in pleasurable activities becomes a daunting task.

The neural circuitry for arousal seemed misdirected; despite the brain's sexual obsession, it struggled to induce the actual desire for sex.

Experiencing burnout further amplified this issue.

My already vexing libido was now barely operative. Although my academic interest in sex persisted, I reached a nadir where I questioned the possibility of ever wanting to engage in sexual activities or self-pleasure again.

The situation, indeed, became desolate.

It was a desolation tinged with hopelessness. My feeling of inability to rejuvenate my libido was debilitating due to the myriad adversities I faced. I was clueless about where to initiate my recovery.

Burnout had rendered me easily irritable. My immediate thoughts were far from sexual pursuits like engaging in intercourse or utilizing a magic wand.

Connecting with my husband became increasingly difficult. Emotional intimacy being the precursor to physical intimacy with him, this presented a significant issue. We usually resonate well, but my drained state left no room for playful banter or mutual attraction.

The physical manifestations of burnout didn't help either. I wasn't ill per se, but I constantly felt on the brink of coming down with something, which further deterred any sexual thoughts.

However, the most prominent problem was the detrimental effect burnout had on my self-perception.

Exhaustion led me to abandon activities that boosted my self-confidence. I opted for minimal makeup routines and comfortable attire over efforts to feel attractive. Creating multimedia content about myself seemed too laborious.

My self-assurance and self-esteem hit rock bottom. Negative self-talk amplified, and nothing could silence it.

I was discontent with the version of myself that had emerged. The lack of energy to be productive, my persistently sullen mood, and a bland persona made me feel utterly unappealing. This state prevented any possibility of sexual arousal.

The feeling was unbearable. The longing to feel irresistibly aroused was intense. Yet, I would have settled for a stable sex life, or even sporadic self-pleasure sessions.

Enduring this condition any longer seemed impossible. Although uncertain about the prospects of recovery from such severe burnout, I knew I had to make an attempt. Much of my life's joy hinged on it.

The Pursuit of Sexual Contentment

Over the past two months, I've endeavored to rectify the self-inflicted damage. Encouragingly, I've seen some improvements.

I continue to feel more fatigued than ideal. My libido is elusive, and my anxiety levels remain elevated. 

Despite these challenges, I've regained the ability to enjoy certain aspects of life. The pervasive darkness in my mind has given way to intermittent sunshine. I even managed to achieve self-gratification on a few occasions, marking a notable achievement.

Light appears at the end of this daunting tunnel, accompanied by the prospects of intimate massages and passionate encounters. Thus, I persist.

My efforts are directed towards finding a balance between an aggressive approach to reignite my sexual desire and avoiding further burnout. I am cognizant that the overzealous pursuit of happiness, sexiness, and productivity might lead me back into the current predicament.

The significant measures I am taking to recover my sex life are more about overcoming burnout, with the hope that the rest will follow organically.

Primarily, I am prioritizing rest. Whenever I feel fatigued, drained, or unmotivated, I consciously permit myself to rest, interpreting these feelings as my body's signals to slow down.

Additionally, I am striving to shed guilt. Doing nothing is easier than feeling content about doing nothing, but I am making a conscious effort to understand that guilt-free breaks allow my mind to rejuvenate, too.

Moreover, I am discovering avenues to recharge myself. Though inactivity is somewhat beneficial, I also require energizing activities. Simple pleasures such as sketching, spending time with my dog, and playing comforting video games help to instill feelings beyond exhaustion and despair.

Basic self-care practices are integral to this approach, such as engaging in short daily walks, ensuring adequate hydration and nutrition, and spending more time outdoors in pleasant weather.

As I begin to feel better, I am incorporating a few strategies to foster a sexier mindset. Investing more time in grooming, wearing appealing outfits, engaging with adult-themed coloring books, and staying vigilant for erotic movies are part of my recovery efforts.

I am encouraging self-pleasure, albeit it remains a work in progress. Whenever there's an inclination towards self-love, I indulge without hesitation, understanding its necessity, even if initial motivation is lacking.

Discussing and writing about my burnout journey is therapeutic, too. It reduces the sense of shame, offers a feeling of shared experience, and provides a clarity that eluded me when these thoughts remained unexpressed.

Hopefully, I will reclaim my sexual vitality. When I do, I intend to be vigilant about its preservation.

Temporary boosts from overexertion might seem appealing but losing my sexual drive, as a consequence, is unequivocally detrimental.

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