I'm really flagging a bit in terms of motivation for… you know, everyday life outside of the things that I actually want to spend my time doing. I'm having real trouble shaking off the cold and the cough that I had for most of my week off, and I'm feeling utterly miserable and unmotivated when I get up at 6.30 in the morning to go to a job I feel completely apathetic about. All of this is making me feel depressed and stressed, which is causing the physical symptoms to stick around, which… you get the idea. Round and round and round.
These feelings have been kind of festering in my head for a while. There are two specific occurrences that I think kicked it off, and I've never been the same since either of them. One of them is an understandable "trigger"; the other might sound stupid, but it definitely had an effect on me.
The first was the passing of our cat Ruby in an accident on the road. This was back in November 2018, but it hit me hard, and I think I've subconsciously made the association between the journey to and from work and remembering that horrible phone call where I found out she'd died. Sometimes I'll be driving home, and I'll remember how I felt that day; how I was driving home as fast as I could, crying my eyes out; how I felt that evening, seeing her lying there, lifeless; how hard it was to say goodbye to someone I loved so much, but who had spent far too little time in my life.
I haven't felt the same since her passing. Patti, who we got last February to help alleviate both Meg's loneliness and the hole left in our hearts by Ruby leaving us, has helped a great deal — particularly because I'm absolutely convinced that Ruby's spirit is present in that silly black cat, just from her mannerisms and the way she is sometimes. But I still miss Ruby herself; I miss her a great deal, and I still feel bad not being there for her, not being able to do anything to prevent what happened. I can't let go. There's still an emptiness inside me.
The second — and this will sound absolutely dumb after what I've just said — was all our seats being moved around at work. I used to have a lovely seat in a corner by a window, with no-one behind me. I repeat: I'm absolutely 100% aware that this sounds like a stupid thing to trigger depressive episodes… but it definitely had an impact. The reason? When I was in that old seat, I felt like I could be more "free". I felt like I could be myself. I felt like when things got quiet and/or boring, I could occupy myself and no-one would be any the wiser. I'm a firm believer in the concept that the freedom to be unproductive when you need or want to actually makes you more productive overall. I'm certainly feeling that way now; my present seat is literally right in the middle of the office, on the aisle down the middle, and I absolutely hate it. I constantly feel like I'm being watched — and this feeling certainly isn't helped by things like the company's stupid sickness policy. I find it demotivating rather than encouraging.
Obviously I'm not saying that I was completely unproductive when I had my nice corner seat where no-one was watching me — but I felt much more relaxed and at ease while I was there. I got on with my actual work, I achieved it quickly and to a good standard — and then I got on with the things that were important to me rather than the company. An ideal situation, really. Now I feel like I need to be much more "careful" about this sort of thing, because while WordPress looks convincingly like something I'd be doing as part of my job anyway, doing something like Photoshopping a YouTube thumbnail would be harder to explain away!
It's hard to understand this. You'd think being in a position where you "need" to be more obviously doing your job would motivate you more, but it's had the precise opposite effect on me, to a point where I find a whole bunch of things about daily life actively annoying. The software tools are shit, the people I work with care far too much about things that don't matter and even people's daily routines make me irritable. I just don't like being there, and I want to be somewhere, anywhere else.
I don't know how to fix this, or even if it's possible. It's frustrating, because there's no "escape" from it, no easy way out. Changing jobs almost certainly won't help, because I know that I'd just end up feeling the same somewhere else — and besides, job hunting is something that stresses me out to a massive degree anyway.
Oh well. Apologies to unload like this, but perhaps talking about it to the amorphous masses online will help me process it all a bit better. Catharsis and all that.