Growing up, fun was never the stated goal in my family home. To be successful at life was to be diligent, disciplined, and frugal; it’s the protestant work ethic that has stayed with me, even as a confirmed agnostic. Doing anything my brain perceives as “frivolous” can be an inherently guilt-ridden experience for me. It’s why I could still only ever take out a loan … Continue reading Why I’m not built for baby showers
I was so anxious about the reaction from my boss that I spent half an hour carefully crafting the email I would send her, meticulously poring over each word. Continue reading Your Guilt-Free Guide to Taking a Mental Health Day
Not long ago I wrote about not wanting to go to therapy again, seeing it as a sign of my own personal failure. I felt similarly about resorting to drugs. When I came off citalopram last time, in 2014, it was a point of pride for me. I was proud that I had reached a point where I felt comfortable to go it alone, to swim by myself without the buoyancy aid. Without cheating. Continue reading “It’s not cheating to ask for help”
It’s been an odd time at work recently. Quite honestly, if it had been like this all the time I maybe would have made more of an effort to stick at my job. This is what my week looked like recently: On Monday and Tuesday the manager left at around 3pm, leaving the rest of the team rudderless. On Wednesday I worked my contracted hours; … Continue reading The Guilt.
The Writing Half 