CynicalHopelessness
Messenger of Silence
- Jan 9, 2020
- 940
Anybody else feels this dread every time a weekend comes to an end?
I'm a programmer, and I hate working. I know that I'm comparatively well off, and frankly, I feel guilty saying this, since I know many people here are in worse situation. I am not abused or put into harsh condition by any means.
But having this feeling of incoming five days of fighting anxiety trying to get enough done so I can put a food on my plate and have a roof over my head just drives me nuts every week. And it's only getting worse over time. There are now entire days when I just stare at screen, zero thoughts manifesting in my brain, unable to get anything meaningful done, and I count time down until 6PM each Friday, so I at least have few days when I don't have to wake up by schedule.
It's a small thing in a grand scheme of my problems, but it adds up. Days, weeks, months just turn into gray mush ran through a grinder. The only timeline I have is that of my intelligence and executive function slowly, but surely deteriorating. There's nothing remotely positive to anticipate in these days, nor is there anything that makes all it worthwhile.
Sorry if I'm just whining here. Here's a random cats picture for you troubles:
I'm a programmer, and I hate working. I know that I'm comparatively well off, and frankly, I feel guilty saying this, since I know many people here are in worse situation. I am not abused or put into harsh condition by any means.
But having this feeling of incoming five days of fighting anxiety trying to get enough done so I can put a food on my plate and have a roof over my head just drives me nuts every week. And it's only getting worse over time. There are now entire days when I just stare at screen, zero thoughts manifesting in my brain, unable to get anything meaningful done, and I count time down until 6PM each Friday, so I at least have few days when I don't have to wake up by schedule.
It's a small thing in a grand scheme of my problems, but it adds up. Days, weeks, months just turn into gray mush ran through a grinder. The only timeline I have is that of my intelligence and executive function slowly, but surely deteriorating. There's nothing remotely positive to anticipate in these days, nor is there anything that makes all it worthwhile.
Sorry if I'm just whining here. Here's a random cats picture for you troubles: