Completely pushing the Doctor's appointment I had previously had to the back of my mind, I went around my daily business. I worked behind a reception desk, day in, day out. Taking calls, using the computer, organising and filing. This job bored me entirely. In the evenings I escaped by going to the gym, spending time with friends, the boyfriend and taking trips to the beach.
My favourite beach in my home area was a ten minute drive away. It had jagged cliffs that the water crashed against, and when the tide was out the view of the curved beach of golden sands was amazing. This place was my escape. I loved the air, the views and how it made me think.
I always had a dream to be successful and do something for myself. I loved to write and envisioned myself as my own boss with my own empire, succeeding in something I thoroughly adore. The beach helped me think of how I could do this, and what I wanted out of life.
It was actually quite funny sometimes, how me and my boyfriend would spend countless evenings at the seaside, giving eachother motivational prep talks about how we would conquer the big bad world. Funny, but it definitely made me more determined.
Things carried on as normal for the next few weeks. My depression came and went, but that wasn't the problem anymore. The exhaustion that had overwhelmed me in these weeks was hard to bare. I felt ill and weak constantly. So much so that I quit my job.
I felt I couldn't work because of the sobbing, the tiredness and the hunger to work for myself and start the goal as soon as I could. After all, achieving young would set me up for life. So I took a risk, left my job and began working from home.
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