Over the past 2 years I have only worked for 3 months. My mental and physical health had taken its toll and work was not a priority, my recovery was.
I have never been a shirker. I have always enjoyed my job and often put in more hours than I was paid for.
I would take my work home with me, both mentally and physically.
I enjoyed what I did and gave 100%.
This was to be my downfall. When I was first diagnosed with depression and anxiety I carried on with my work. I still loved what I was doing but would constantly question my decisions. I would lay awake at night worrying about clients, reports, safeguarding. I couldn't shut off.
I would freeze at meetings, important meetings and felt I was failing, not good enough.
It began to chip away at my confidence, something which I am still working on.
Being away from work for such a length of time was hard and not just financially.
I missed the contact from other people, my mind wasn't stimulated, I struggled in social settings.
When I was discharged from hospital my plan was always to go back to work. Yes I would have loved to return to my previous post but unfortunately it wasn't to be. I was dismissed on capability grounds after 19 years service.
I applied for other jobs, accepting that at the moment I would only be able to work a few hors a week. I had interviews for jobs in my field and was offered one but my confidence wouldn't let me accept it. I stressed about whether I could do it, what would happen if I made a mistake, how would I relate to my colleagues?
I then took the plunge and went for something new, something out of my comfort zone and I'm glad I did.
I am now working at a local café. Its busy but that is how I like it. Each day I have anxiety before I go but I focus on the benefits, a bit of extra money, meeting people and learning new skills.
Today I received my uniform so I must be doing something right.
I love the business of it all, the staff are great and the customers.....well, I try and make them feel welcome and always give a smile.
I can multi task, steam milk whilst preparing teacakes, I love it. My legs are aching by the end of my shift and I need to be mindful of putting fuel into my body as I'm burning more off.
I may be on minimum wage and cleaning tables but I have a purpose again. I am giving something back and that feels good.
My Life, Loves, Laughter, Hopes, Dreams and Recovery. Having My Cake & Eating It.
Friday, 22 June 2018
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