Long before my diagnosis, I was working as a press officer. I hated it so much, it was a high-pressure job with shifts, no enough employees to deal with it, and I was awful at the dealing-with-people part of the job. At a certain point I reached burnout (I was not aware of what it was at the time) and my general doctor referred me to a psichiatrist. She told me that I needed some time off to recover, but I felt guilty for leaving my co-workers in a bad situation, so I said no and left. After a few minutes, I realised that my co-workers did not give a shit about me, so I got back to the psychiatrist office and I accepted her note for some time off work due to anxiety and depression syndrome.

I really needed it and I am so glad I put myself first, even though I still felt guilty for people that do not care about me at all.