Strictly from a mental standpoint. I'm still going to work, I'm still wasting my free time alone on my phone, and I still have lingering symptoms from my recent bout with coronavirus. But I feel good. I feel content. And pretty consistently.
My head feels more clear. My stomach doesn't feel so tied up in knots. I knew things were bad, but I didn't realize how bad they were. I felt like it was the end of the world every day. I was feeling suicidal at the workplace. But this week has been good to me. I hope it's not just a phase.
I coined the term "casual rebirth" during my 2016 spring semester at USU. Things just started feeling right. My life was the same, but internally I was feeling new things. I'd say I'm going through that right now.
Did I mention my head feels more clear and my stomach doesn't hurt so much? Because I'm gonna mention it again. These physiological symptoms of stress are so real and they even change my attitude.
I've been messaging people this week and reaching out to people. I never do that.
I start some new pills tomorrow, so I'm concerned. The pills I'm on now haven't done much for me over the last 4 months; not until this week. I'm just concerned the new pills will blow my high. Here's hoping they make things even better.
Maybe I just needed 2 weeks alone with tons of sleep. I needed that coronavirus quarantine experience. I have my own private room now. I came back to work this week with a new desk too. Things just feel different. I feel more of a sense of self-confidence. I'm feeling less pain.
