Posted in Daily Diary

My Physical/Mental Health > My Job

Or is it?! Lately it doesn’t seem to be. I’ve neglected my physical health, and I have been so busy that my mental health is nowhere near the top of my list of priorities.

I printed off my time card from last week and I have 23.5 hours of overtime. That means I worked 63.5 hours last week. Which is insane. I have taken on so much at this company since I started in December. And I have enjoyed it very much, comma all the responsibility has made me feel so confident in myself and my ability. However, it seems like a lot of my coworkers are taking advantage of my hard work and dedication.

It’s almost as if that now they know how hard I am willing to work, and the massive amount of things I’m open to taking on, they expect this and so much more from me. And it is slowly killing me. It has become quite evident now due to my physical health taking a decline. I have lost so much weight in the last few months, that I actually look ill. The way that my mother looks at me, it’s a look of concern. And that concerns me.

I am trying so hard to make myself, my family, all of the things in my personal life more of a priority. Because the workload is never going to lighten. Once we hit the slow season, I had hope that I wouldn’t have to put in so many hours. But now there is a massive list of things that I need to work on during the slow season.

I really hope that I can get a handle on my personal life. I definitely need to make a priority, a priority for myself, my cute new little home, and my loving family of fur babies. I’ll get there… hopefully sooner rather than later. I am killing myself for this company… and so many people have tried to remind me that they will replace me in a second. The thing with that is, they will never find someone who will bust their butt the way that I do.

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A proud momma to Pedro, a gorgeous Cane Corso, American Staffordshire Terrier fur-baby. I've recently adopted little Oakley... a Great Pyrenees, German Shepherd, Pit mix puppy and little Oliver, an animated orange kitten. I was proudly raised in the middle of cornfields, barefoot, playing in the dirt. I have grown to appreciate all of God’s land, all that occupy it, and any way I can stay creative on it... including writing.

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