The Quiet Exhaustion At Work

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Just the noise-canceling on, like I’m trying to cancel the whole building out.\n\nYesterday my manager asked if I was “okay” in the hallway. I said “yeah, just tired.” She walked away. Nobody checks twice. I keep waiting for someone to check twice.\n\n## The Smile That Costs Me Everything\n\nI smile at work. A lot. It’s basically my job at this point. When the junior dev asks me a question for the fourth time that morning, I smile. When my boss cc’s me on an email that should have been a Slack, I smile. When the client calls at 6:50 PM on a Friday with “a quick question,” I smile. The smile has become this automatic thing — like a screensaver. It just turns on.\n\nBut here’s the thing nobody tells you about smiling all day. Your face hurts. Like actually hurts. The muscles around my jaw tighten up by 3 PM most days. I caught myself clenching my teeth last week during a Zoom call and had to mute myself to take a breath. My partner noticed I do this thing now where I rub my temples without realizing. It’s been months.\n\n”You okay?” she asked me last Sunday.\n\n”Yeah, just thinking about work.”\n\n”You think about work all day.”\n\n”Yeah.”\n\nThat’s it. That’s the whole conversation. I went back to scrolling my phone and she went back to her book and we both sat there on the couch pretending the other one of us was actually relaxed.\n\nI think the worst part is that the smile works. People think I’m fine. I’m “so positive,” “such a team player,” “really easy to work with.” Easy. That’s the word. Easy. Nobody clocks the cost of being easy.\n\n## Sundays Used To Feel Like A Day\n\nI remember when Sundays meant brunch with friends, or sleeping until noon, or going on a long walk with no destination. Now Sundays are this gray countdown to Monday. I wake up around 7 AM even though I don’t have to, my body just knows. I make breakfast slowly, scroll through my phone, and around 11 AM this thing hits me — a kind of dread that sits right behind my sternum. Not panic. Just dread.\n\nMy best friend Lin asked me last month if I wanted to come to her birthday thing on Saturday night. I said yes, then spent the entire week making up excuses in my head about why I couldn’t go. By Friday I texted her “so sorry, not feeling well” and spent Saturday in bed watching reality TV until 2 AM. I didn’t feel sick. I just couldn’t be around people. The effort of being social felt like running a marathon.\n\nShe texted me on Sunday. “Missed you last night.”\n\nI typed back a heart emoji. Then put my phone face-down on the bed and stared at the ceiling for twenty minutes. I didn’t cry. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. It’s like the crying part of me gave up too.\n\n## The 2 AM Thing\n\nThis is the part I don’t really talk about. I can’t sleep properly anymore. It’s not insomnia exactly — I fall asleep fine. I just wake up around 2 AM or 3 AM most nights, and my brain turns on like a switch. Work stuff, mostly. Did I send that email. Did the client see the proposal. What did my boss mean by that Slack reaction — was that a 👍 or a 🙄? I lie there for an hour, two hours sometimes, just staring at the ceiling.\n\nMy palms sweat. My chest goes tight. It’s not a panic attack — I’ve had those before, I know what they feel like. This is different. This is more like my body is bracing for something that hasn’t happened yet.\n\nI downloaded a meditation app last month. Used it twice. Now it sends me notifications I ignore. I bought melatonin. Made me groggy in the morning. My doctor suggested I try therapy and I said I’d think about it. That was in March. It’s August now. I’m still thinking about it.\n\nThe2 AM thing has this specific flavor, you know? Like, during the day I can pretend. I can function. I can deliver the presentation and answer the questions and smile at the right moments. But 2 AM is when the pretending stops. 2 AM is when the whole thing just sits on my chest and I have to lie there under it.\n\n## Lunch At My Desk, Again\n\nI eat lunch at my desk most days. Not because I’m busy, although I’m “busy.” Because the idea of going downstairs, finding somewhere to sit, being around other humans eating — it just feels like too much. So I have a sandwich at my desk and scroll Twitter for fifteen minutes and call it a break.\n\nI used to take walks at lunch. Used to call my mom. Used to read actual books. Now my “breaks” are scrolling, and the scrolling isn’t even enjoyable, it’s just… movement. My eyes moving over text. Anything to not think about the project due Thursday or the meeting on Wednesday or the person who passive-aggressively commented on my PR last week.\n\nYesterday a coworker — someone I actually like, someone I’ve grabbed coffee with before — asked if I wanted to grab lunch. “Sure!” I said. Then I waited until she left the floor and stayed at my desk. I ate a stale bag of chips and felt my stomach tighten the whole time.\n\nI texted her later, “rain check? was slammed.” She said “anytime!” with a smiley face. We’re both lying. We both know it. We keep doing this.\n\n## I’m Such A Mess And I Can’t Even Explain Why\n\nHere’s the thing that gets me. From the outside, nothing is wrong. I have a job. I have a salary. I have an apartment. I have a partner who loves me. I have parents who call. I have friends who text. On paper, I’m fine. Better than fine. I’m doing great.\n\nSo why does it feel like I’m drowning in shallow water? Why does every Monday morning hit me like a wall? Why do I dread Slack notifications like they’re physical threats? Why am I writing this at 11:23 AM on a Wednesday when I should be reviewing a contract?\n\nI don’t have a good answer. I don’t have a sad backstory to explain it. My childhood was fine. My twenties were fine. Nothing dramatic happened. I just got tired. Slowly. Like a phone battery that drains in the background and you don’t notice until it’s at 3%.\n\nI’m at 3%.\n\nAnd the worst part — the part I can’t even type out properly — is that I don’t feel like I have permission to be this tired. Other people have it worse. Other people have real problems. I’m just tired at work. I’m just dragging myself to a job that pays me well to sit at a desk. Who am I to complain about that?\n\nI asked my mom about it once, kind of, not really directly. I said something like, “do you ever just feel… tired?” She said, “of course, I’m old.” She laughed. I didn’t laugh. I wanted to scream.\n\n## The Performance Of Being Okay\n\nI’m really good at performing okay. Like, award-winning level. I can do the voice, I can do the posture, I can do the eye contact. I’ve been doing it so long that sometimes I forget I’m doing it. And then I come home, or I’m alone in the car, or I’m in the bathroom at work with the door locked, and it all just… drops.\n\nI sat in my car yesterday in the office parking garage for twenty minutes before driving home. Not crying. Just sitting. Hands on the wheel. Engine off. Staring at the concrete wall in front of me.\n\nI think I forgot what rested feels like. I think I forgot what it’s like to wake up and not immediately calculate how many hours until I have to be “on” again. I think I forgot what it’s like to have a thought that isn’t related to work.\n\nThis is the part where people usually say, “have you tried yoga?” or “maybe you should quit.” I know. I know. I’m not writing this for advice. I’m writing this because I’m sitting at my desk at 11:41 AM on a Wednesday and I haven’t typed a single word of the contract I was supposed to be reviewing, and the only thing I can do is write this. Just get something out. Just prove to myself I can still do something that isn’t performing okay.\n\nI’m not okay. That’s it. That’s the post.\n\n## Verdict\n\nI don’t know when it started or how to make it stop. I just know I can’t keep going like this, but I also can’t stop. So I keep going. Smiling. Working. 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