The day I thought my life was over…
It was a Thursday
I'd gone into my small office for the 4th day in a row and sobbed in the dark by myself.
I had no idea how I'd got into this position.
I hated my job, sure, but didn't everyone?
Working in a bank was decent money; that was the whole point of working, right?
But I'd spent months feeling rotten for at least 50% of my waking hours.
The highlight of every week was always 5:30pm on Friday driving home, because I knew it was the furthest point away from going back in again.
What a truly terrible way to live a life.
I have few regrets in my life, but there are 2 major ones from this period.
Firstly, that I stayed miserable for so long, simply learning how to survive rather than seeking actual change.
And secondly, that I didn't seek help outside of my workplace. Someone who could encourage me, ask me the hard questions, shown me another way, and forced me to treat myself a little better.
So many times since, I've almost got into equally bad situations, but great coaches and mentors have pulled me out before reaching those lows.
If you're in a bad place, don't go through it by yourself. Reach out to someone who can help you change your mindset, develop confidence to try something new, and ask the rough questions that help you break out your own head.
It doesn't have to be me, but I help people with this all of the time.
Just do yourself a favour: reach out to someone today and commit to teaming up with someone who wants the best for you.