Dirty Little Secrets of a Workaholic
by Anna Sorokina
It starts with dirty little secrets of a workaholic – how much time I spend in front of a computer. Many late nights, many open tabs, much too much caffeine and alcohol later, I say, “I feel unwell. I don’t sleep anymore. Why do my eyes hurt?” I go to the doctor to unveil all these medical mysteries, to look into my body and mind, to get to the truth. “Your eyes are fine,” I hear, “But maybe you should get a brain scan – just in case.” And I do. But beyond my hypochondriac tendencies, I know that the way I feel is something else entirely: it’s my mind that’s unwell. Self-inflicted pain of a busy human. When was the last time I let go and just played?