The sick leave.

It has been quiet on my blog for a while now. I’ve been struggling at work for a while and no matter how much I’ve been wanting to write, nothing comes out. I type a few words, but then they don’t make sense, so I keep up starting to write, but I can never finish.

My head is, or maybe was, a mess and sometimes it is so difficult to make any sense of the storm that goes along inside my head. Maybe it’s like standing in the middle of a tornado, in the eye, you can see everything blowing and flying around you, but you can’t grasp or grab anything.

For a while now, things at work didn’t go so nicely. More and more experienced colleagues left (because of their contracts ended – not because of disfunctioning, but since most of ‘us’ are hired by a job agency and there’s this stupid law that creates the fact that after 3,5 years, we can not stay because of that. At that point they have to give a permanent contract which they don’t do, but at the same time the people who have to leave are replaced by newbies who are going to learn and do the exact same stuff.  And after 3,5 years you finally know how it works here, but the newbies (not their fault) create a lot of extra work for the oldies who are in the end of their contracts (because of inexperience , not their fault again, it’s how my employer works).

Next to that,  a certain chain of events and things happened which did not make it possible for me to do my job right. My work is planned for me from minute to minute, and is tracked and followed. Crazy I would say. I can’t always do what is needed, because of that, and that stings. You can ask for time, but I never got it. It’s so frustrating to have to ask for time to be able to finish a part of your job and not getting it for weeks and then getting questions and e-mails like “we would like the results’ – yeah, if that would only be possible! If I would only get some time.

Also a crazy action by someone high in the ministry caused a shitload of work. We were not informed in time, we had no clue how to help people, we didn’t have answers, and there were so much people calling because of that. This caused a big change in my work, because everything was removed from my schedule, and I was put on the phone to answer things (which I could not answer….) fully. And that went on for weeks, and it’s going to become months now. The conversations were really not the nicest and took long, and a lot of energy. I really have no problem with a few conversations that are negative or bad, but not the whole day long week in week out. Especially when you see things that people can’t do anything about, and the consequences are so big. I wish I could explain this better, because there is more,  but I lack the English (it’s just not good enough) to explain this and I also don’t want to risk that my employer might recognize me even if that chance is very low.

I’ve been trying to find solutions, like work shorter days, I’ve had several talks with the manager about this, but I could not escape my drop out. For a few weeks I had some panic attacs, breahting trouble, stress reactions and head-blocks and stuff like that that made it so hard to get through the days.  Once it became too much and I had to cry (in front of a few colleagues, darn!).

I don’t think my work takes me serious. It’s easy to shift this on my depression and the will do to my work right. I’m a bit of a perfectionist and I’ve been told I was too involved and concerned about my job. I just take things seriously and want to do it right, and I can not understand how you can not not be involved in the work you do. Apparantly, they don’t want from me to do my job right, they want me to do it fast and don’t care.

So now I’m home for a few weeks now.In three weeks I can see a special doctor who is allowed and can make decisions about sickness and work and how it continues, but I have to travel far for it and it makes me pissed of that I have to wait so long.

My pay continues, but much lower and much less hours than I usually work and I really don’t understand this. I get so less that it worries me a bit and I don’t know what to do – this kind of stuff freaks me out, I don’t get it and it’s hard to fight for something I dont understand what I should get. Maybe there is an additional pay frmo something else but all of that stuff is so complicated and difficult I’m already freaking out before having done anything. If you earn money they know where to find you when they want you to pay, but the other way, if you are out of things and struggling, there is no one or no government who says, do you need some help? They make it as difficult as possible, and that is just so wrong. I’m not doing this on purpose. And I tried everything I could to fix it first myself, but my employer doesnt seem to care.



I just moved into a new appartment (which is a big big plus compared to my old studio!) so that is positive. The new place is much more quiet, has a seperate sleeping room and a small balcony.

I’ve had a bad Bronchitis which gives me my second antibiotics round now. And I’ve been feeling superguilty to be at home and not work. The first week all I did was sleep. Now I try to go outside from time to time, but, nothing makes sense.

Next to that, my girlfriend  told me a few weeks ago she wants to move abroad again. now that’s no surprise, but it’s sooner than expected, and this made me doubt. Doubt about our relationship, about the future. If I would have known one month earlier, I wouldn’t have moved. I know that we would go abroad , but not now in a few months. So I might end up staying alone here in a more expensive appartment which I might struggle to pay, and I signed up for a year so I’m basically stuck till march next year. (Housing is crazy too – so hard to find something affordable, so I was glad we found something better).

And now?

I don’t know how to continue.

I don’t know how to fix work.

I don’t know what I want myself.

All I know is that my work makes me sick.

All I know is that I should not stay at this job.

All I know is that I will never be happy in this job

All I know is that my employer will not care

All I know is that I have to change, but I don’t know how.

I don’t know how what I really want.

I don’t know how to find a job that doesn’t eat me alive and where I fit and the job fits me.

I don’t know how how to continue things, to leave without no plan or nothing abroad or to live apart for a while from my girlfriend.

I don’t know how to fight or get benefits or the money I get I usually work without making me more sick and stuff

I don’t know if I should to back to work quicly or wait for the doctor in three weeks

There is a lot, of I don’t know.

And people say, follow your feelings. But what if you don’t understand them?


We all have our burdens

To carry on
To leave behind

To know anything but knowledge

There can be a war in a mind
To be blind, when you could see

And rain does not fall down
But captures trees

Reason without reason
Truth without a single lie
More distant
It doesn’t really matter why.

I just wish it would
Make things easier.


How can autumn be full of leaves

When trees abandoned their little wings so


And how can summer be with warmth,

When this thing, called the sun, is burning like hell

How can spring be so full of life,

When growth is blocked by predators,

How can winter not be so bleak

Grey skies, the endless cold

but it’s not winter

so it can’t be bleak

and yet here I am

full of emptiness

a complete filled void


The vertigo-shut down


So. Here I am, again. Not that anyone really missed me. I’m talking into a big, wide world where the words I use, dissapear into nothingness. They flow to the end of the street, into the darkness. They dissapear around the corner, and I stay behind staring at the lights, and empty street and the corner where the words just went.

-Okay, that’s not completely true – but that is how things feel.-

Since the beginning of August I’ve been dealing with some health issues -starting with vertigo. I was so lucky to get struck by things thing called vestibular neuronitis, also goes by neuritis or labyrinthis. I’ve been really ‘out’ of things thanks to this thing that made functioning a bit ‘normal’ impossible.

I had a panic attack which made me feel ashamed of myself. My body charges to ’tilt’ sometimes when I feel things im my body that are ‘not good’, thanks to my pulmonary embolism-experience in the past. I know it, and still it is so hard to fight.

On top of that I also had some kind of allergy crisis that is still going on. I have some nosespray for it and it goes better slowly, but my health is something that worries me a bit lately. The doctor things stress plays a big part. Which could be true, though I’m trying to keep that down.

I had to shorten my holidays because of it, and even though I didn’t really have money for holidays I went to France to meet again with love. I was lucky to be a few days in the mountains again. I feel different in the mountains. I am more happy there.

Now, I’m back in the city. In my job that could be slowly killing me. I’ve been saying so long that I need to find another job. And yet I keep failing. I started working on my resume, but so far there is nothing else to mention. I am just slow, I guess.

I have very less shifts at work, because of cuts I get very less hours. Which just pays all the bills, but nothing more. It worries me a bit, and I try not to worry.

I’m in doubts wheter to start Jiu Jitsu again, because I haven’t gone there for almost 6 months now and I don’t know where my motivation is, but it seems gone. It’s just empty, neutral, ‘i dont know and i dont care’.

So yeah, here I’m sitting. I don’t know and I don’t care.

But I try you know, I really try.

I just fail sometimes. Or mostly sometimes.But I try.