Crash and Burn: Anxiety, Overworking, and Trying to Balance Everything

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ackburner. The weeks began to feel like a daze. I often worked 7 days a week, around 60 or 70 hours. I didn’t feel like I was doing enough and what I was doing wasn’t good enough. My struggle with 2022 doesn’t begin to include all the craziness and horrific international and domestic events. I’ve struggled with that immensely as well. That could be its own story, and my anxiety is still struggling to maintain control as well.The point is that things have been hard, like super-duper hard.As a result, I lost sight of many goals I had set for myself and my writing at the onset of the New Year. These goals included growing my freelancing, making time to write, even with a busy schedule, and writing more fiction.I’ve had some more resumes to work on through Fiverr, so cheerio to that goal. The other two, not so much. Because I felt burnt out and anxious with the state of the world, I could myself struggling to find joy in the simplest things. The writin

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g had transformed into a chore and become burdensome. I couldn’t read for fun. I couldn’t watch TV. Nothing was fun anymore. I would stew on current events and consume and consider worst-case scenarios and think about the end of the world. That “What if?” became maddening. Once a source of creativity, it became like a soul-sucking monster draining my life and joy from previous favorite past-times. I’ve been depressed, stressed, angry, frustrated, and a whole mess of emotions. But it isn’t doing me any good.Four months into 2022, I need to hit the reset button and start over. 2022 is not what I imagined so far. I don’t know how I’m going to find the perfect coping mechanism for all this anxiety and stress. Still, I will refocus my efforts on reconnecting with my writing and creative endeavors and connecting with new activities to find joy in things again.So I’m resetting my 2022. Here’s to making the best of the last eight months of 2022 instead.</article></body>

Crash and Burn: Anxiety, Overworking, and Trying to Balance Everything

I am a little too proud to actually admit what happened to me over these past few months. It’s probably best that I do, but it’s still embarrassing. I crashed and burned. Mentally, emotionally, and time-wise.

For the past few months, I feel like I have been trying to keep my head above water. I got another part-time job to balance my already current one. I am still trying to chip away at the freelance writing, but even that got pushed onto the backburner. The weeks began to feel like a daze. I often worked 7 days a week, around 60 or 70 hours. I didn’t feel like I was doing enough and what I was doing wasn’t good enough. My struggle with 2022 doesn’t begin to include all the craziness and horrific international and domestic events. I’ve struggled with that immensely as well. That could be its own story, and my anxiety is still struggling to maintain control as well.

The point is that things have been hard, like super-duper hard.

As a result, I lost sight of many goals I had set for myself and my writing at the onset of the New Year. These goals included growing my freelancing, making time to write, even with a busy schedule, and writing more fiction.

I’ve had some more resumes to work on through Fiverr, so cheerio to that goal. The other two, not so much. Because I felt burnt out and anxious with the state of the world, I could myself struggling to find joy in the simplest things. The writing had transformed into a chore and become burdensome. I couldn’t read for fun. I couldn’t watch TV. Nothing was fun anymore. I would stew on current events and consume and consider worst-case scenarios and think about the end of the world. That “What if?” became maddening. Once a source of creativity, it became like a soul-sucking monster draining my life and joy from previous favorite past-times. I’ve been depressed, stressed, angry, frustrated, and a whole mess of emotions. But it isn’t doing me any good.

Four months into 2022, I need to hit the reset button and start over. 2022 is not what I imagined so far. I don’t know how I’m going to find the perfect coping mechanism for all this anxiety and stress. Still, I will refocus my efforts on reconnecting with my writing and creative endeavors and connecting with new activities to find joy in things again.

So I’m resetting my 2022. Here’s to making the best of the last eight months of 2022 instead.