While I still worked at the technology mill, my sleep was terrible, I had apnoea, I ground my teeth to stumps, and suicide was a frequent point of contemplation.
I changed my life, entirely. Stopped subjecting myself to the incessant cruelties we are expected to accept as simply normal.
We have an entire planet filled with people who absolutely know that something is wrong, but they can’t see the thing right in front of them, as it’s so normal and all-pervasive that it doesn’t even register as a thing that exists - so they go get the pills, the devices, the apps, and treat the symptoms so they can continue their good work at the torture factory.
Things are better for me now. It required stopping giving a damn about career, success, and all that crap, and going and doing entirely my own thing.
And they wonder why the birth rate is in the ditch. Stressed creatures in captivity do not reproduce.