I felt terrible, and couldn’t imagine myself feeling even slightly less terrible anywhere in the future. In hindsight, I was suffering from a severe clinical depression that was pulling me to the edge of functionality. Evenings were opposite: I didn’t go to bed until I nearly collapsed, afraid to admit that the day was a wash, and also delaying the sleep that would see me waking up anew. Dreading the fact that soon as I would get up, a new day would start, with all the difficulties that brings with it. Mornings, I wanted to stay in bed indefinitely. As a software developer, it was quite detrimental to my work. I had no energy, motivation, or ambition. I had a nice circle of friends, and after a lot of flathopping I had finally found a flatshare with agreeable people. I was working a job abroad that I had loved for years: interesting work, fun colleagues, and a great boss. This is a guest post and does not represent the views of CheckPoint. Author: professional game developer in Sweden
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