The thing I can’t emphasize enough about living through the “flooding the zone” era is the exhaustion. It is a cumulative weight creeping in through social media and offhanded, unguarded moments during work. If you are any kind of empathetic person, it threatens to crush your resolve. Things only seem to be getting worse, the weight heavier, and the callousness more justified. You can’t stop caring, not entirely. But becoming guarded becomes a survival tactic for getting out of bed. C...
