“You’re lucky that you still have a job.” It’s a sentiment I have heard uttered from well-meaning friends and family over the last month more times than I can count.
Despite feeling grateful that I do in fact still have a source of income unlike many of my fellow Australians, I feel anything but lucky. I’m not only wracked with guilt for not wanting my job, I feel more trapped than ever.
Prior to COVID-19 reaching our shores, I was flirting with the idea of leaving my job for the sake of my mental and physical health. Over the last few months, I had taken on two roles within my office, clashed with co-workers over the pettiest of issues and bitten off more than I could chew, all in effort to keep up the facade of the “how does she do it” woman.
As a mother of a four-year-old and someone who suffers from debilitating endometriosis, I was battling fatigue, anxiety and…
