I became someone I didn’t like.
It happened slowly—so slowly I didn’t notice until I was already there. Struggling to smile. Snapping at people who didn’t deserve it. Complaining about everything. I was unpleasant to be around, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew it. But I couldn’t seem to stop.
The frustration just kept building.
I was working harder than ever, putting in more hours, pushing myself to meet what I believed was required. The work mattered to me. I cared about it deeply. And that caring had become a weapon I was using against myself.
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