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I chose my mental health over a salary

Up until 5 years ago, I had never had a full-time job. I had never earned a salary.

Now, don't think I was living off the dole (government payments). I had a job and I got by just fine.

Waiting tables, working events, bartending, all that good stuff that allowed me to sleep all day and party all night. The no-responsibilities kinda life.


But a friend told me I could no longer live like this. I'll never forget their words,


"Jessie you need to find a full-time job, a salary. You need stability".

So that's what I did.

I found a job, a career. I was good at it too.

I was happy for a while. The excitement of hitting targets, running a team, and planning retention events. It was great. But then I fell into a routine and I began to wish away the week, reaching for the weekend.


Day after day, turned into month after month. My KPIs grew as my workdays got bigger.

I don't want to go all woo-woo on you, but it just isn't right... to work 8 hours a day, 40+ hours a week. To be hunched over a computer, our diets consist of coffee and crackers, and to only schedule family time when our google calendars will allow.

But when and how did this happen?

Early humans had a hard but simple job - hunt, gather, survive. As humans evolved, so did our priorities as daily survival was no longer at the top of our to-do list.

As farmers moved to factories, more jobs became available. These men were working an average of 14 hour days which at the time was considered a standard workweek. It was following the depression in the 1930s that a new law was passed for 40 hour work weeks when activists took a strike to "gain back time".

The world continued to evolve and although the bare necessities to survive were readily available, work hours began to increase once more.