unsaiddes
Member
- Apr 25, 2023
- 74
I'm back again, unsurprisingly. Though I doubt many people remember me, I wasn't exactly a very notable member of this community.
Exactly as the title says; work is driving me off the deep end and I can't cope. I've been having severe IBS flare ups and heart palpitations as well as insomnia due to the increase in responsibility and work load forcibly put on me at my job. Every time a certain individual at my company goes on time off/vacation, this happens to me. I'm also in the process of moving, which isn't helping.
Without getting into it too much, I'm a very weak-willed, emotional, pushover of an individual. I'm also pretty young, and the people I work with intimidate me quite a bit. I'm too scared to ask for help, too scared to ask for less work, and far too scared to quit. I know for certain if I tried to do any of those things I would cry in front of my boss, which is too humiliating to risk.
I'm at the point where I'm more prepared to die than do anything to better this situation. My suicidal urges have been getting somewhat better the past few months, until I was hit with this and the thoughts came rushing back at a new intensity.
I don't want any harsh/tough love advice, or observations on how I must be incompetent and overdramatic. I'm plenty hard on myself as is. I just wanted to rant for a minute.
Exactly as the title says; work is driving me off the deep end and I can't cope. I've been having severe IBS flare ups and heart palpitations as well as insomnia due to the increase in responsibility and work load forcibly put on me at my job. Every time a certain individual at my company goes on time off/vacation, this happens to me. I'm also in the process of moving, which isn't helping.
Without getting into it too much, I'm a very weak-willed, emotional, pushover of an individual. I'm also pretty young, and the people I work with intimidate me quite a bit. I'm too scared to ask for help, too scared to ask for less work, and far too scared to quit. I know for certain if I tried to do any of those things I would cry in front of my boss, which is too humiliating to risk.
I'm at the point where I'm more prepared to die than do anything to better this situation. My suicidal urges have been getting somewhat better the past few months, until I was hit with this and the thoughts came rushing back at a new intensity.
I don't want any harsh/tough love advice, or observations on how I must be incompetent and overdramatic. I'm plenty hard on myself as is. I just wanted to rant for a minute.