Yesterday my friend called me, very upset about work. As she related what had happened and how she felt, I was a little surprised. She’s been through worse before, yet now she made it sound like her world was ending.
I comforted her, empathized with her and told her she was not alone.
I realized that she’s not the only one. I’ve had other friends tell me similar stories of how overwhelming work is and I know I feel the same too. But, when I really think about it, none of us are actually talking about work.
Being overwhelmed with work seems to be a code for I can’t take any of this anymore.
It’s the same story every week. We’re just going through the motions and nothing seems to be accomplished.
I don’t leave my bed on the weekends. I binge watch shows mindlessly to the point where I can’t tell you what happened two episodes ago. Every time I think about going out, I feel like I have no energy.
The truth is, I don’t think any of this has to with being upset at work or being too tired to go out on the weekends.
I think this is all because we are mentally exhausted with everything that’s going on in the world around us. The world has become an ugly place. We’re constantly living in fear and anxiety.
We all need some respite from all this anxiety and paranoia. We need to support each other and be there for each other, even if it’s a few kind words and some empathy. I can’t imagine anyone faring well during these times.