Monday morning, before sunrise, I arrived at work with optimistic thoughts. Soon after, the day tested my resolve, and I crashed quickly, two days into the week of a nightmare. Heavy criticism in the mid-week brought an overwhelming desire to flee, grinding for 12 hours a day while enduring the effects of insomnia and making no progress. The workload increase further diminished my effectiveness on Friday, five days into the moon’s weird vibe—no break, no reprieve, leaving my soul to weep over the weekend.
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