It’s been five weeks since I realised just how unwell I was. I’d been working myself into the ground, unable to manage the personal life admin, and becoming outrageously irritable with the people I love most. I’m grateful I recognised it and did something about it. I
I’ve noticed progress in myself and my behaviours. It isn’t groundbreaking or even that tangible, but it’s a sign that I’m beginning to respect and prioritise myself. I’ve started going for a wee when I need to. Or having a drink when I’m thirsty.
I’m in my first week back at work. It’s scary how quickly I can slip back into old habits of working longer than I should. I pushed for a phased return, but I’m already working longer hours than agreed — not because I’m being asked to, but
Unwanted — but only by work After a few moments of clarity last week, and with the divorce now finalised, I felt ready to return to work — not at full capacity, but on a phased basis. After three weeks off, I wanted to regain a sense of purpose and rebuild my
Healing is not linear. My mood has been changing almost hourly: my confidence plummeting, moments of appreciation breaking through, anxiety rising, then a fleeting readiness to return to work—followed by the inability to walk up the stairs. And then the calm of cuddling my dog. That’s just this
I have this constant hot feeling in my tummy—like a flexible, burning metal churning inside me. I get the occasional sharp pain in my side. There are ulcers in my mouth. The body has its own way of communicating when something is wrong. Sometimes it’s easy to dismiss—
You know those videos that say “maybe it’s not your manager”? So you take that to heart and assume full responsibility for why you’re off sick with stress. Then, during a therapy session, you explain what’s been going on… and suddenly realise: maybe a lot of it
Two days on, and the divorce is starting to sink in. It feels like a lot to process — it is a lot to process. I woke up yesterday in what’s starting to feel like my baseline low mood, struggling once again to peel myself out of bed. But I
I’m divorced. After a year and a half of separation, I’m divorced. I should be happy, but I feel underwhelmed. I guess that’s fair. Despite it being a long slog, it’s crept up on me. I feel like a failure. My marriage failed — I am a
It’s been another tough day. I feel like it should have been easier — the judge approved the financial agreement — but now I have to wait for the divorce order. It feels endless. I know there’s an end date, and I’m nearly there, but it’s like living
Today has been a spiral. And I don’t know why. I fell over at netball last night and scraped both my arms. That might seem insignificant, but the physical pain on top of the emotional pain is making me feel even more vulnerable. It’s wild to me that
I’m a corporate girl, but I’m off sick with stress—burnout and grief. I feel immensely guilty for not being at work. For sitting here and typing about my feelings instead of being in meetings and saying corporate things. This is week two. It’s similar to week