Mental break(down)
Remember me complaining about work a few months ago? Things unexpectedly came to a head this week. On Monday (a working from home day) I had a good cry at the end of the day, but I didn't think too much of it yet at that point because I'm what you could call a naturally weepy person and sometimes a good cry is just the mental equivalent of clearing out your sinuses. I figured I'd feel better on Tuesday in the office, since being around my colleagues often tends to cheer me up. Not this time. By ten I was hiding in the toilet and crying again. I can't be doing this in the office , I thought to myself and vowed to pull myself together. Yet an hour later I was back in the same bathroom stall, once again crying, hyperventilating and shaking. By this point I could tell that this was untenable, and I told my manager that I was not okay and if I could please go home for the rest of the day. He was of course fine with that and I took a train home, quietly sniffling to myself f...