You’d think that I would know by now what my limits are. But no, what I dreaded happened, I went on holiday completely stressed out, overtired, and with no energy left and my body give out.
Result, a visit to the hospital, two night stay, thank god with a doctor who googled and believed my rare condition, and 3 further days restricted to my hotel room.
I have new responsibilities at work which are way out of my comfort zone, this combined with no clue how to handle my future both on a personal level and a professional one, and the reason I am on holiday this week: the incapability of facing home on my birthday are too much to bear.
I have no idea where to go from here. I don’t think I have ever felt this lonely in my life. Reason probably why I attach so much importance to my job, which is an ending story in december, and which ever I turn it, or however much effort I put into it a disaster in the making.
I don’t know, I don’t have a clue, I just drag from day to day, fooling myself that there is something positive coming, but finding it harder and harder to believe.
I wish I could end on a silver lining, but even the sound of the waves which normally sooth me are just noise today.
Courage meid!
Wij komen er ook. Stap per stap.
En probeer te genieten van het ruisen van de zee. Wedden dat het snel weer kalmerend werkt?