I'm grateful to have a job. Especially in these times of pandemic. But I lowkey would love to quit. I'm struggling to complete my entire shift. I took two weeks leave to regroup. But everyday I kept thinking and dreading the date, day and time when I will be back at work. I spent a good chunk of my time off researching painless, effective suicide methods that can look like an accident. I realize I don't want to die. But for God's sake I would legit give my left nut to not have to go back to work this Sunday. I'm forced to go otherwise I won't have a plausible excuse to not be at work. The probability of going back to the role is pure anguish. I feel trapped.