Last month I blogged about not having the ‘Luxury of Feeling Unmotivated’ anymore. It can be a struggle as an adult when you can no longer spend the day feeling totally mopey. You have responsibilities. You have a job.
And
sure, there are benefits and drawbacks of having to go to work rather than
pulling the duvet covers back up.
For
one thing, I thrive on keeping busy. Without responsibilities, a to-do list,
motivation to get me out of bed and off my bum I crumble. That’s what happened to
me last Christmas.
But
some days I feel like I’m about to burn out. (Sometimes I do burn out, and my
stress makes me sick – physically I mean, not just my mental health). Some days
I wish I could abandon my responsibilities and stay in bed, roll over and binge
watch Netflix until I get lost in so much narrative I forget why I feel so
crap. And sometimes I want to take the day off just so I can remember how to
feel things.
But
which is best? Staying under the covers or having to leave the house?
Both
have their merits.
"Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time."
If
you leave your bed and duvet behind you still have to deal with the emotions.
Forcing yourself to work when your depression is sneaking up behind you and
tapping you on the shoulder every few minutes isn’t easy. You can’t concentrate
on what you’re being paid to do. You feel like a waste of space, and a waste of
your pay cheque.

