Today I quit my job.
I've quit many jobs over the years, my CV shows a tiny fraction of the things I've done in the past. Obviously I've quit all of those jobs for one reason or another.
I've quit to change careers, and I've quit to go travelling. I've quit because I've moved to a different city, I've quit more than once because of salary issues. I've quit because of an obvious lack of progression opportunities, because I didn't like the people I worked with, because the job was shit, because I was shit at the job and, well, because I felt like it.
But this is the first time I've quit purely because of my own mental health.
It came to my attention - later than it probably should - that I'm just grumpy all the time, I have no energy to do anything, I solve all my problems by buying stuff or drinking and my I was just generally... not very happy.
I do have another job to go to, which may or may not solve the problem - who can say? But a change of scenery can't be a bad plan.
Now I just have to survive my three month notice period...