I am not happy lately. I am not happy. There, I said it. It's out of the bag.
I love my daughters. I love my husband. I hate my job. I hate my life. Or, rather, the way I have been living it lately. I hate how much the stress from work has grown lately, and how it has spilled over so overwhelmingly into my domestic life.
I am not handling the stress very well. I am unhappy. I am quick to anger and very easily confused. I am overly sensitive and get defensive at the slightest criticism. I am increasingly reclusive, resorting to working from home more frequently these days. Yes, I have been sick lately with a sinus infection. But I don't think that is the main reason why I worked from home 4 out of 5 days last week. I know it is not the reason why today I am fighting the urge to stay home and work remotely.
I have trouble falling asleep at night. I am tired all the time. My house is more cluttered and disorganized than ever, a predictable reflection of my inner turmoil.
What do I do? In less stressful times, I liked my job. I have a job with a decent salary and good benefits. For all my current stress, I can't even begin to imagine how much more difficult my life would be if it wasn't for this job. I am not struggling to pay my mortgage. I am not struggling to put food on the table or pay my bills. I do not have to worry about where am I going to get money to live. I am very aware that I am in a good situation. I do count my blessings. I do consider myself lucky. I could be a lot worse off, financially speaking.
But I am not happy. I am a nervous wreck. I am miserable. What do I do about that?