Eventually I began to learn how my mind works. Backed off the gas a bit. Took steps to do less, not more. Made a commitment to either go hard on an activity (new biz idea, project, hobby) or kill it. Focus became my north star. Free, open play with no agenda is my Atlantis.
Meditate. Therapy. White russians on a Tuesday morning. Read some Bukowski, some Vonnegut, maybe some Easton-Ellis.
The real breakthrough happened when I removed the attachment that had grown like an umbilical cord between me and work. I love work. I fear being anything less than perfect. Those were hard fucking opponents to tussle with. But I write this from the other side, and it's really comfortable here.