Some weeks ago I hit the wall. This one morning I had so much resistance against going to this office in me I could no longer take it. Instead I went to my GP, who signed me off and I have been off work since. Knowing that I will not have to put up with the corporate life for a while was incredibly liberating. I was exhausted & drained, both physically and mentally.
The first two weeks I slept 10 hours most nights and still needed an afternoon nap. The rest of the time I tried to go out to get some fresh air and do some things around the flat. Not in a million years would I have realised how worn out I am had I not gone to the doctor this one morning. The first two weeks made no difference. I did not have more energy than before. The thoughts of going back sent chills down my spine. I love my job, but not its circumstances.