A couple of years ago, I started noticing that my health is not at its best. Aside from regular headaches and anxiety attacks that were more prominent and frequent than ever before, I noticed that my appetite was almost non-existent. Worried, of course, I scheduled an appointment with my GP. Once the results of the tests came in, the first thing she asked me was – were I under a lot of stress. And honestly, it was only at that moment that I realized that the answer was yes.

I, for sure, were under a lot of stress, but the thing is – I couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason for the life of me. And how the hell are you supposed to change something when you’re not even sure what exactly needs to be changed?

The struggle with determining the origin of stress

Now that I knew the origin of my issues, it really made no difference in my day-to-day, at least none for the better. It’s funny how knowing that you’re dealing with stress but not being able to determine its source only makes you more stressed out. It wasn’t long before insomnia kicked in and that’s when I knew I needed some real help. After spending some time asking for referrals and doing some research, I finally managed to get in touch with a therapist.

After months and months of therapy, we’ve managed to finally reach the answer. It seemed like all of my stress was closely linked to my financial situation which, at that time, was anything but great. The solution was simple – improve your income and you’ll improve your well-being. However, that brought forth another problem: How was I supposed to improve my income when I was already earning more than I should have based on my qualifications?

The depression phase

That’s when my stress made a new friend – depression. Honestly, I was constantly feeling like I was drowning. This not only diminished my performance in all of life’s aspects, but it also started to show the negative effects it had on my job.

It wasn’t long before I was underperforming so badly that my employer really had no other option than to fire me. Add to that the fact that I’m a single parent, you may imagine to which extent that simply broke my spirit entirely. 

Managing to pull myself up

After spending almost full two weeks buried in self-pity, I started to realize that one of two things will inevitably happen: either I’ll manage to pull myself up and see what my options are, or I’ll simply give up. Of course, because of my baby girl, the latter was not an option. The moment when it all finally clicked was when she came into my room one day and asked me when I will stop being sad so we can go watch her favorite movie. That’s when I realized that not only am I not doing any favors to myself, I am also not doing anything productive regarding my own child’s well-being.

That was the moment a surge of newly found motivation hit me like a tidal wave. After taking my girl to the movies, I spent the rest of the night researching what my options are. I was actually surprised just how easy finding a new job is nowadays. And not only some random new job but a job I actually enjoy doing. Aside from starting a new job, I started learning more on how to trade options, various investing and trading possibilities. The rest, as they say, is history.

Enjoying my new life

It wouldn’t be enough to say that now my health and the overall quality of my and my kid’s life is much better, as that doesn’t really paint the picture well. Thanks to my new job as a freelance writer, I am now working from home and spending way more quality time with my daughter than I ever imagined possible. The job is not particularly difficult, and it allows me to determine my own schedule and even earn enough to put some money on the side. And yes, all the money set aside I try to invest to the best of my ability, which brought forth such a sense of financial security I never thought I’d be able to afford. 

 

Needless to say that, now, I finally feel like my old self again. The appetite is back, the headaches are gone, the anxiety still visits me from time to time, but it can’t even compare to how it used to be. And yes, I’ve never slept better in my life than I am now.

Author's Bio: 

Jessie Connor is a passionate writer and researcher from Brisbane, contributor at several business and lifestyle blogs, hooked on yoga and healthy living. She loves to spend her free time travelling, reading and of course – shopping!