So basically days 11-17 have been a complete right off. I don’t know what got into me, but I’ve been deeply depressed for almost a week.
I woke up on Monday morning a little hungover (whoops) and just couldn’t face work, it’s not that I felt too ill, I just couldn’t stand to be in the office. Fast forward four days, and I’m still sitting at home in my pyjamas trying to figure out where it all went wrong.
I’m trying not to dwell on the fact that I’m a complete fuck-up with self-destructive tendencies, but it’s hard.
I’m going to try and mentally prepare myself for going back to work tomorrow. I’m also going to get an erg session in later; this may help to clear my head a little.