I always had a very hard time with the "emptiness" description. I just couldn't relate. But then I realized that for me, I fill myself up with work. I'm a workaholic. The emptiness comes when I go home. I'm one of those people who hates vacations. I don't REALLY hate them. I look forward to them, but then once I'm actually experiencing my week or two off, I find myself lost and aimless. I crave the routine and drive of a full work week. But the scale can tip very easily over to overwhelmed and then I'm in trouble because I've taken on too much. It's a delicate balancing act because I've come to realize that I've lived my life to work and that's not a healthy thing.