It took me a year of playing Candy Crush at my desk to realize my brain was begging for a lifeline. Press enter or click to view image in full size Photo by M.T ElGassier on Unsplash I remember exactly where I was when my brain finally went on strike. I was sitting in my car in the company parking lot. The engine was off. My overpriced latte was rapidly turning lukewarm in the cup holder. I was exactly forty feet from the front door of my office building. And I absolutely could not make my legs move. What is it about parking lots that bring out our deepest existential dread? If you’re a high achiever, you’ve probably been there. You sit behind the wheel and seriously calculate the logistics of throwing your phone out the window, driving to a beach in Mexico, and starting a new life as a bartender named Raul. Why do we do this? Because we are entirely out of gas, yet we keep trying to push the pedal through the floorboard. Here is the brutal truth about emotional burnout.…