The other day I wrote a post for Blisstree.com on how to stay productive when you are clinically depressed. I mentioned that, at my rock bottom, I had to take a break altogether from writing, as every time I sat down in front of my computer, all I could do was cry. Moreover, because my concentration was totally so shot, composing a sentence — much less an article — wasn’t going to happen.
I took a year off.
To heal.
Because Eric was gainfully employed at that time, I was able to swing it.
Eventually I tip-toed back to the working world. Very slowly. Very carefully. Very deliberately. Because a sudden plunge might have rendered me disabled for another year or so.
And I didn’t start with writing, ironically.
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I need a year off! But thanks for reminding me all I can do is stay resilient.
As it stands, I’m trying to get some time off from my very depressing, very boring job.
The quandry is that it supports me so I can do a part-time creative career. But with both of those, I have no time/energy to apply/interview for other positions.
Staying resilient for me means getting enough sleep, eating right and not getting involved in other people “stuff”. Staying strong.
Not sure exactly where this article brought me, I think it should have brought me to some sort of positive conclusion. Instead it has left me feeling like I’m stuck in a shitty job which is where I was before starting to read.
Good writing but you should leave the reader with a sense of what to do to get out of their shitty situation. Just saying casually being resilient is important is not enough. But thanks for the read.
Oh man…
I bumped onto this blog because lately as a government contractor I have been feeling extremely discouraged, depressed, and frazzled. I wish I had a wife/partner/whatever that I could lean on as I take a break and figure myself out. Alas, I have to support not only myself but my aging mother. My options are slim. I like the people I work with, but I hate the pressure to deliver, deliver, deliver! Honestly, I don’t give a shit about the agency’s vision (or lack thereof). I just need to pay my bills. I hate that I feel this way, because in and of itself “not caring” is a sign that things aren’t going well in the workplace.
I often dream of pulling an Eat, Pray, Love and somehow find myself after months in Italy or Bali. I barely have time to meditate at home, let alone make it to India.
I am not sure what I got out of the blog, other than I got to hear someone else mention the owes of government contracting, and how thankless it is.
My aim right now is see if I can find a good non-profit to work for. In the end, my favorite job was the non-profit I worked for years ago. Unfortunately they had financial issues and could not afford me; but at least I went home feeling like I was doing something good for someone else who has it worst than me.
I have been in my current government position for over 3 years. I know without a doubt it’s my job making me depressed. The moment I leave work I stop feelig sick, my headache goes away and my mood improves, though I can’t say I’m truly happy until it’s the weekend when I know I’m free for a couple days. Sudsy nights are the worst. Nightmares about work, dreading waking up. Tree are often days I cry at work – I’m so frustrated. There is no opportunity or help it’s all bs. Working for the public service was the worst career decision I have ever made. I regret it every single day.
I am in the midst of a breakdown due to depression and stress caused by my job as a corporate assistant.
I would LOVE to write for a living. And I’m not saying that in the same vein as people who say “I would LOVE to be working full-time.” I would love to write for a living because it’s something that brings me great joy, something I’m passionate about, and something that causes all the depression, anxiety, and distraction to drop away when I’m doing it.
Maybe we can trade places. There’s plenty of interaction in my job.