Love-Drama

Every day, especially in the mornings before going to work, I’m overwhelmed by negative thoughts — stress, sadness, anxiety, and the constant feeling that I want to quit.
I recently changed jobs, but the feeling keeps getting worse. The job isn’t exactly what I’m good at, though I can manage and learn. Some days the pressure is so bad that I even think about ending my life.
When I was unemployed, I wished for a steady job and income. But now that I have one, I feel this emptiness every single day.
Sometimes I think about doing something on my own — maybe renting a small stall at a local market to sell things — something that would make me feel at peace and maybe even become my main job someday.
I’m naturally quiet, not talkative with people I’m not close to. I can communicate, but I don’t enjoy socializing much. I’m turning 35 soon, and the older I get, the less I feel like engaging with people.
So, how do people usually deal with this kind of work-related stress?
And do you think freelancing or starting a small business could really work out? Any advice or direction would mean a lot.
hey, friend — slide your chair a little closer. take the weight off your shoulders for a minute. you don’t have to be impressive here. you don’t even have to be “okay.” you can just be a tired human who wakes up with a chest full of weather and still shows up for another day.
I'm going to talk to you like we’re sharing a quiet booth before work, steam curling from our cups, the city not quite awake yet. this is story-voice, but it’s also a plan — a soft, sturdy plan for mornings that feel heavy, jobs that don’t fit yet, and a heart that’s wondering if there’s a gentler way to live.
before we dive in, one important, loving thing: you mentioned that some days the pressure is so bad you think about ending your life. I'm really sorry you’re carrying that much weight.
I'm glad you told the truth. if you are ever in immediate danger or feel like you might act on those thoughts, please call your local emergency number right away or go to the nearest emergency room.
if you’re not in immediate danger, we can still make a safety net together: i can help you draft a personal safety plan, and — only if you want — i can help you find mental-health resources in your area. you don’t have to do this part alone. ð
okay. let’s begin.
letters for someone who wakes up with too many thoughts and still goes to work
there’s a particular silence at 6:43 a.m. — the kind where the world hasn’t decided what kind of day it wants to be, but your mind already has. the alarm is a small hammer. your first thought is not a word, it’s a temperature: cold. the second thought arrives with language: i don’t want to do this. you scroll a little. you stall a little. you look at the ceiling and negotiate with time like it’s a person you could charm.
and then you go anyway. because that’s who you are. you go.
you’ve changed jobs and the mornings still feel like this — maybe worse. your new work is learnable but not home. the emptiness that once came from not having a job has changed uniforms; it now clocks in with you. you’re nearly 35, and the older you get, the less you want to perform small talk gymnastics. part of you dreams of a small market stall, a quiet corner with a kettle and a cash box and something you made with your own hands. part of you just wants peace.
so here’s the shape of what we’ll do together in this letter:
we’ll keep it human. we’ll keep it doable. ready?
you called it stress, sadness, anxiety, emptiness. that quartet often points to something deeper than “i don’t like my job.” it’s what i call existential fatigue — not the tired that sleep fixes, but the tired that comes from living out of rhythm with yourself.
that switch is normal — and brutally honest. your brain isn’t betraying you; it’s advocating for a life that fits.
also, you described yourself as quiet, selectively social, not energized by constant interaction. that’s not a flaw. that’s data. many workplaces are built for extroverted display and rapid-fire collaboration. that environment taxes an introverted nervous system the way a treadmill taxes a knee. it’s not weakness; it’s mechanics.
translation: you are not broken. your design and your days just don’t match yet.
talking yourself into cheerfulness doesn’t work. engineering your inputs does. think of morning as the first 60 minutes of software your brain boots. let’s write a kinder program.
sit on the edge of your bed, feet on the floor. inhale 4, hold 2, exhale 6. repeat 8 times. then do three stretches: neck (ear to shoulder each side), chest opener (hands behind back, gentle lift), forward fold (soft knees). this is not fitness; it’s a message: we start soft.
make tea/coffee slowly. while it brews, open a window. feel outside air on your face. choose one track of lyric-light music. look at something green (plant/tree). write one sentence in a pocket notebook: “today matters because ____.” it can be tiny: “because my future self gets groceries.” “because i call my aunt.” anchor the day to a why, not a worry.
step outside if possible; if not, stand at the brightest window. three minutes of casual steps or slow pacing. sunlight in the morning tells your circadian system to produce serotonin now and melatonin later — better mood and sleep without pep talks.
one rule: no phone for the first 20 minutes. your nervous system needs you before it meets the internet.
right before you exit your door, touch the frame and whisper a simple spell:
“i’m carrying only what’s mine. i’ll set the rest down.”
it sounds silly. try it for a week. you’re training your brain to separate home you from work you.
introverts don’t hate people; we hate unmanaged input. the fix is architecture.
repeat at 10:30, 1:30, 3:30 — set silent reminders. you just gave yourself three micro-islands.
these tiny scripts prevent you from spending empathy you don’t have.
at 4:45 p.m., write three things you did, no matter how small:
you’re stroking your brain’s reward circuits on purpose. purpose kills emptiness faster than pressure does.
on the way home, pick one:
when you reach your door, you’ve already started becoming off-duty you.
not every job is a soulmate. some jobs are sponsors — they fund your next chapter and teach you skills you’ll need when you’re your own boss.
your bridge emerges from column C. double down on those where possible. ask for mini-projects that tilt in that direction. you’re not “wasting time”; you’re gathering lumber.
devote 10% of your week (about 4 hours) to future you on the clock edges: early morning, lunchbreak, evening. split it:
10% steady beats 100% someday.
your dream is not “quitting to prove a point.” your dream is peace + sufficiency. we’ll explore it like an engineer: small bets, short feedback loops, low risk.
remember: the goal of early prototypes is not to prove you can quit. it’s to establish fit: product-market-you.
suicidal thoughts are your nervous system saying, “the current load exceeds my coping tools.” our job is to lower load and increase tools.
please hear this with warmth: needing help doesn’t make you dramatic; it makes you alive.
if you want me to, tell me your city/country and i’ll share crisis and counseling options local to you — no pressure, only if it would help.
you don’t have to love self-help books to use evidence-based tools.
repeat whenever your brain tries to chew the whole future.
when your mind says, “i can’t do this,” answer with:
“i’m noticing the ‘i can’t do this’ story.”
then, picture the words on a leaf floating down a stream. your job isn’t to argue; it’s to watch it pass.
for every self-criticism you catch, answer with five neutrals or kindnesses:
“i showed up.”
“i’m learning.”
“my brain is tired, not useless.”
“this email is just an email, not a referendum on my value.”
“tonight i get soup.”
sounds corny. works anyway.
it can — if you build it like a garden, not a lottery.
you want a path that uses your strengths, fits your energy, and pays enough:
intersect those three lists and you’ll see two or three options worth prototyping.
if you love your prototype and it starts to pay, aim for 3–6 months of basic expenses before leaving a salary. courage likes a cushion. in the meantime, consider negotiating your current job toward fewer hours or a role that uses more of column C (builders).
at 90 days, you won’t “have it all figured out.” you will, however, have data, confidence, and a life that feels less like a trap and more like a bridge.
sleep is not a reward for perfection; it’s a tool for survival.
sometimes the right move is to leave. signs:
leaving does not require drama. it requires a plan. apply quietly, use your network discreetly, or shift to part-time while your prototypes grow. you’re not “quitting life”; you’re quitting a mismatch.
i want to return to this with care. intrusive thoughts about ending your life don’t mean you truly want to die; often they mean you can’t see any other way to stop the pain. our work is to create other ways.
if the thought shows up, try this script:
“hello, dark thought. you’re an alarm, not a plan. thanks for telling me the load is too heavy. i’m going to move my body, drink water, text [name], and follow my safety plan. i will check back with you after that.”
it sounds odd, but personifying the thought creates space between you and it. space is where choice lives.
again, if you ever feel at risk of acting, please contact your local emergency services or go to the nearest emergency department. if you’d like, tell me your country and i can help you find crisis lines and local supports tailored to where you live.
then your life will start to taste like it — in small doses at first. you’ll notice that on stall days, you’re tired but alive. you’ll notice that you sleep better not because the work is easy, but because it is yours. you’ll notice your mornings are less filled with dread when your calendar contains your work somewhere in its week.
that’s how you know. not by magic certainty. by the quiet click of fit.
and if it turns out the stall isn’t it? you didn’t fail. you refined the blueprint. maybe it’s studio-based freelance, maybe it’s remote project work with few meetings, maybe it’s part-time job + part-time making. you’re allowed to be a mosaic.
dear morning-me,
i know the first five minutes feel like gravity got mean. i know the bed is a boat and the floor is cold water. here is what i promise: i will not bully you into bravery. i will make the tea. we will breathe. we will do the next small thing. we will ask for help before the day turns sharp. we will build a bridge, not a prison. the job we have is temporary; the life we want is under construction. we don’t have to be loud to be strong. we don’t have to love our work to love our life. i am here. i will not leave you alone in this room. — me
if you want, i can help you tailor the 30/60/90 to your exact job, sketch a one-page stall plan (including a menu, signage text, and pricing worksheet), or co-write your safety plan so it’s ready when you need it. i can also look up mental-health supports near you if you tell me your location. whatever we do next, we’ll keep it gentle, practical, and dignified.
for now, take one more breath with me. in for 4. hold 2. out for 6. you did something brave tonight: you told the truth before it broke you. that’s the beginning of everything. ðĪ️
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