It feels like working is destroying my soul.

I keep looking for excuses to not go in, I hate feeling trapped, so much it actually triggers me into wishing I had rather woken up dead.

The only reason I have not quit is money. We need to eat and such.

I sure as hell don't feel accomplished for being miserable beyond belief and not quitting.

I can't even work toward anything either, too little money, too much responsibility... Ugh

Working feels like a terminal illness.