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My greatest failure was when I left my job as a mental health nurse. I was forced to work in a prison, and I struggled a lot with that. In an attempt to try something new, I took a job selling cheese. It was quite an interesting job, and I really enjoyed it, especially working with my mother-in-law.
However, I lost myself a bit in that role. I was working six days a week, and sometimes even on the seventh day, I wasn't around because I had to spend the whole day shopping. I worked every weekend, which meant I rarely saw my partner. Although I was earning more money, in reality, I was working twice as much as before. I spent my Christmas and New Year’s holidays working, racking up over 100 hours a week during those times. This went on for more than three years, during which I only had seven weeks of vacation and very little rest. 2 replies
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Then, the birth of my son came. I wanted to take some time off, even just a few days for the birth, but my leave was denied, and I was made to work even more. That’s when I broke down. I had a burnout. I went to see my doctor, crying, even though I was a qualified mental health nurse. I was extremely fatigued, drained of energy, and felt lifeless, which was unbelievable because normally, I juggle a thousand things at once and have a thousand projects.
It took me three months to recover, and I eventually returned to my job as a mental health nurse. I never want to see my mother-in-law again, I have tears in my eyes as I write these words, but everything is going well now. I am close to my family and very present for my three children. 1 reply
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