The next morning, getting out of bed felt like a physical weight crushing down on me. The moment I opened my eyes, my mind drifted straight to the fact that I was going to work today, not to enjoy the comfort of having a job, but to quit.

By the time I finished getting dressed, I found myself standing frozen in front of the mirror. I stared at my pale face and hollow eyes, trying to force a small smile onto my lips. I told myself I wasn't going to let anyone in that building see me break today.

But the moment the thought crossed my mind, I knew I...