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Well they have been creeping up for the last two months. Little things happen, like waking up with my heart racing... driving down the road and suddenly having just terrible ridiculous thoughts about whether they love me or hate me at work... wondering whether another ruin is just around the corner...
It's work, except for the percent that is my own panicky brain trying to undermine me. Like, when I told them I wasn't coming back in today, I felt way better in five minutes.
I'm putting all the blame on the open floor plan, because that is a huge part of it. It's not just the plan. It's that I sit with my back to my boss's office. Like, my monitors are the first thing he sees when he walks out his office door.
I'll never do that again.
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