The big, the central question of the fantastic Netflix series beef: Am I maybe not so broken, so desperate, so depressed because there is so much to do – but because I have to endure so much? You somehow manage to “do” it; the 60-hour workweeks without a word of encouragement from colleagues or supervisors; helping in the community; Leisure time stress with children, friends, siblings. What really wears you down: Does this tramping never stop? And why does it always look so incredibly easy for others? Is there really nobody who understands how I feel?