I am a creature of hustle and bustle. I may not be organised but my everyday activity is continuous. I go from one task to the next without thinking about slowing down. In fact some would almost call it constant acceleration from the time i wake up to the time i rest my head again.
And i’m addicted.
At the moment i have the flu and am under bed arrest, which has forced me to reflect on what it is i am trying to achieve and what i am actually doing to my body. SLEEP is essential for the human body. I used to think it was so overrated and used to rebel at my parents plea for lights off at 10pm. Now i know. Months of living off 6 hours sleep a night in combination with study, a part time work schedule and numerous other responsibilities drove my body into the ground. Regardless of how tired i would get i kept pushing because i needed more and was addicted to the results i was getting.
And my body gave up before my mind did.
Months of stress and overwork wrecked havoc to my immune system and i crashed a good deal faster than 9.81m/s. And it has been the most mentally painful time of my life. Not being productive has lead to suicidal thoughts which has shaken me. Is my purpose to work?
For now, rock bottom is where i am and i hope i never find myself here again. The good news is, the only way to go now is up!