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Workaholism: The Reality of This Addiction

April 24, 2020

Workaholism is all about how much work you get done. Productivity is not everything life is about. If anything, I have learned that I need to stop feeling inadequate, as if working a lot fixes the fact that I have low self-esteem that I have trouble earning enough money to pay for the extensive therapy I still need. I realize I have half-assed my therapy since my former transpersonal therapist moved her San Mateo office to San Francisco. Back then, I felt therapy had worked, so I took a break until 2012, when I got medication and back into therapy.

You see, my mother doesn’t believe therapy is effective, much less can teach you new things. Arrogance complex much? This is why I stay away from her. Or at the very least try very hard to stay away from her. She’s a brat. But anyway, I know my parents are less workaholics now since they moved while I wake up at 3:00 a.m. because I feel inadequate. I mean just that feeling when I go to bed, and when I wake up, is enough to make me work for 7 hours a day, even on Sunday.

I’m trying to limit my workload so I can continue using stress management techniques. I’m just ms. work, work, work. Workaholism is a very real phenomenon that not everybody has control over. I certainly don’t over mine because I take pride I work 7 days a week. I had to screen some wannabe for this stuff since I met him at the park in my current neighborhood, and he also worked 7 days a week. I saw that we were both addicted to the drug of work. I was like, hell to the no, buddy, I’m not dating you, period. Then he left me alone. Workaholism is something I also saw in the ex big time.

I’m trying to keep my head above water here when it comes to overwork. In my family is it is one way to being allowed to have inches of self-esteem, to work, work work until your typing fingers fall off. Work is a way to dull emotion, to not take time off when you want to tear yourself away from the computer. I’m about to do something odd for my family standards, and tear myself away from the computer while leaving my USB drive in there. Let’s see how this goes.

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