I’ll feel better if I have more candy.
No, that doesn’t work.
How do they expect me to work when I can’t shake this lethargy? That’s the thing though… I keep doing it. I’m still working. I’m just not working to my fullest potential, and that’s just to my own detriment I suppose. They don’t know what goes on in my psyche, and they don’t want to know… if I tell them, it just makes me a target for a label, like my old boss who disputed my feelings about an unsafe situation because, in his words, “You’re already unstable anyway.” Besides, it accomplishes nothing.
Maybe it’s the fact that I haven’t taken a holiday or taken time for myself in a year now. It’s not that the job is stressful or anything, it’s got deadlines like anything else, but it’s a pretty straightforward thing to be doing. Maybe it’s that I haven’t really done something just for me in what feels like forever, and I don’t even know what I would do even if I had the opportunity. I’m just completely blank. My headache is coming back.