Because it’s not you

No one else seems to have such a problem with work.

No one else seems so worn down by going in every day, every week, every year.

No one else seems so weighed down by the feeling that life is slipping away.

You worry that the problem isn’t work.

You worry that the problem is you.

The truth is that it doesn’t matter either way.

There’s no point playing the games people play at the end of a relationship: the games where you each try to blame the other, or each try to take the blame; the games where you each say, “It’s not me, it’s you,” or each say, “It’s not you, it’s me.”

The point is that you and work were just not made for each other.

The point is that it’s over.