Could It Be Burnout? 🤔


Hey Reader

On campus, I watched schoolmates breeze through lectures while I struggled to make it past the first fifteen minutes without my mind wandering. Lecturers called it laziness. I called it exhausting.

Years later, nothing changed. I just learnt to work around it. Now I juggle three remote gigs. Customer service in the morning, data entry in the afternoon, and freelance writing whenever I can squeeze it in. Different logins, different deadlines, different managers who all expect me online and focused.

But focus? That's the one thing I can't fake on a video call. By 2 PM, I'm rereading the same email four times. By 4 PM, I'm toggling between tabs just to feel like I'm doing something. The brain fog is real, and when you're paid per task or per hour, every lost minute costs you.

I tried everything cheap enough to risk: more coffee (just made me jittery), YouTube productivity videos (ironic, I know), even those focus playlists on Spotify. Nothing stuck.

One night, doom-scrolling between gigs, I landed on a Twitter thread about brain fog. Someone mentioned blueberries, not as a joke, but as something that actually helped them get through their workday.

Blueberries. The same ones I'd see on sale and skip because, priorities 👀. But the thread kept going. People discussed antioxidants, something called anthocyanins, and how they supposedly help with memory and focus. Some mentioned studies. Others just said, "Try it for a week."

I figured, what's some change 💵 compared to losing another contract because I couldn't keep up?

So I started simple. A handful with breakfast before logging into my first shift. Mixed into meals when I had a few minutes. Straight from the container when I didn't.

Two weeks in, something shifted.

Not some miracle moment, just... less rereading. Fewer times, I had to ask, "Wait, what were we talking about?" on client calls. I could actually finish tasks without my brain short-circuiting halfway through. It wasn't a fix for the chaos of three jobs. But it gave me back just enough edge to keep all the plates spinning.

Here's what I wish someone had told me earlier: when you're running on fumes and your brain's the primary tool you've got, even the smallest thing that helps is worth trying.

You don't need an expensive supplement or a wellness retreat. Sometimes, it's just a ₦5k (roughly $3) pack of berries from the shopping mall. And that could be enough to fix your focus and see you through the day without losing your mind or your pay cheque.

Josh 🙏🏼

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