This has been a difficult weekend, with my anxiety and depression quite a bit higher than they have been lately. I’ve been stuck thinking about work and I can’t get it out of my head. I’m worried about being forced to go back to my old job, what other jobs I can possibly do, and whether I’ll be able to keep in touch with my friends when I go back to work. I used to have a fair bit of seniority so I’m also worried that if I get a different job with the same employer that I’ll be the first on the list of people to cut if/when there are layoffs.
I haven’t come up with any answers, either, which doesn’t help things.
So… I spent most of the weekend sitting on the couch in the basement, arguing with myself about all this stuff. Not very productive.
I hope that I wake up tomorrow and can think for two minutes about pretty much anything else. That would be nice.