Article by Chris D’Alessandro, Vice News
At 27 years-old, I found myself among the 21 percent of working Canadians living with a mental health problem or illness. And workplace stress was definitely the cause.
Almost immediately after losing a job I loved, I was scooped up by a medium-sized advertising agency. I took it because it paid well and rent was due in Toronto. Pretty soon though, I realized that I was living my nightmare career. I was rotting in an office, felt like I was creating nothing of value, and existed only to make more money for those who already had more than they needed.
Every time I saw a former classmate or colleague on Instagram living what seemed like their dream career, it crushed me. I felt as envious as I did embarrassed.
After about three months, I couldn’t get out of bed in the morning due to a feeling of crippling anxiety. My anxiety was also keeping me awake—so I was drinking every night to get to sleep.
The breaking point came one night when I polished off an entire 26 oz bottle of whiskey before finally passing out on the couch around 4 AM. My girlfriend found me the next morning, empty bottle on the coffee table. That was a Tuesday, and my college days were long gone.
Clearly, I needed to be proactive and change jobs.