I wasn't burned out. I liked my job and my work. It wasn't the most consequential work, I was writing code for some product I didn't really believe in, but I enjoyed it. But my boss was insufferable. I think he was bipolar or something. So one day after the 100th time of toying with me to prove to himself who's in charge, I just quit, right there, on the spot, turned in my security keys to the building and left. I wasn't planning on it, I just realized that this man is never going to just let me contribute what I have to offer and enjoy my job and it was not going to get better, so I was not going to give him one more second of my life.
I have worked an odd job or two since and did a little bit of freelance coding. I've drifted quite a bit. It gets boring, but I am also much more at ease. I want to do something but I need to call my own shots. I have built some skills and hobbies I have wanted to build in my free time, and I have found my minimum lifestyle that I am happy with, there are a few ways I want to try to reduce further, and also I have put off lots of things I thought I wanted to do, and things I still think I want to do, but I think I'll figure out how to do them or whether I really want to eventually.