Its a love hate relationship.

So much of it defines me, because its the only place I get some self worth from, and I'm working in a rehab with recovering addicts, so it has an incredible sense of meaning too.

In the same breath, I hate the fact that I am "trapped", that I can't come and go as my mood dictates.

I work for very lovely people who have been very accommodating and allow me MH days off when my depression is too overwhelming, but still at times, when I just want to chuck it in the fuqqit bucket, its barely enough... The depression I just emerged from, I very nearly quit, bills made me stay.

Other things I consider work is housework, hate it, but feel proud of myself when I manage to get through it successfully.

Idk I think my BP would like way more flexibility, but I don't have that option and its downright maddening at times.