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Related to the business
A couple of weeks ago, I got sick.
…and I have no excuse.
Last year I wrote a blog post talking about how I felt better after starting taking some pills that were prescribed by a psychiatrist. I described how I felt like the anxious, and how the daily annoyances were not affecting me as strongly as before.
A few days ago I decided to finally get back to writing on this blog after almost one year of silence. Once my text was completed I published it and proceeded to share it on Twitter, then noticed that there was no thumbnail image on the shared link.
A couple years ago, Shyrwyn decided to write haikus. She would write and publish one haiku a day.
It’s been years that I’ve been noticing that my emotions were not matching my thoughts. Anxiety, specifically, was killing me. I was anxious all the time, even when I had nothing to worry about, and I was experiencing an unbeliable intolerance to interruptions that was depleting my energy every single day.
This is a work in progress post that I’m writing for myself when I need it in the future.
Back in 2010 I was working as a level 2 infrastructure analyst at a tech company in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. As part of my responsibilities, I had to interact constantly with different software developers, so it was common for me to have lunch with them.