In my dreams, you lay your sorrow on the table, and the air between us is soft and we have time.
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Your mental health days sounds like a success, I’m glad you took it. As to the days after, I’m honestly not surprised. Making time for yourself when you are actually trying to accomplish anything always drags you down, as if self care was a neglect of duties. It’s not, just so you know.
You need a proper break, and I agree that you need to unlearn this. A solid income isn’t going to make you feel better about yourself. It does help with precarious situations and relieve some stress, but what you need (like a lot of others) is a task or activity that makes you feel useful and purposeful. It’d be nice if the job could be that activity, but it often isn’t. Don’t give up, but also give yourself more breathing space. You’re worthy, no matter how much you earn