Vanessa Costello - The Wonders of Working From Home

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The Wonders of Working From Home

By Vanessa Costello

Born and raised in the UK, Vanessa now lives in Toronto, Canada. She was diagnosed with Hypothyroidism ten years ago and has been working hard to remain optimistic every day since.

More and more people seem to be complaining about working from home. I understand, they’re growing tired of the same sights, day in, day out, and crave that in-person interaction. For me, however, as someone living with a chronic illness, things couldn’t be better. Not having to commute really helps me conserve energy (which I can instead channel into work-related productivity), and getting the extra time to sleep in each morning is invaluable. To say I struggle in the mornings is an understatement. Waking up every day, feeling as if I have just run a marathon and hit equally hard with an overwhelming bout of nausea, it takes me a while to start to feel human again. Getting up early for work was always difficult and I must admit, I was frequently late to the office.

In all honesty, I paused before writing this article. Addressing my chronic illness is not something I ever tend to do. Not many people at work know; in fact, very few people in my life overall know. Even some of my closest friends remain unaware. And yet, it’s such a huge part of me. I decided to stop and question why it is I stay so silent. Although it’s far easier to go through life never delving deeper, I recognize that introspection is uncomfortable but ultimately, necessary.

So why do I stay so quiet? I guess I feel awkward. Socially, it is awkward to talk about an illness. It brings the mood down. Instead, I hide behind the ‘lazy and loving it’ stereotype. The gym? No thank you. Getting up early? Yuck. I even used to lie and tell people that I’d done all sorts of fun activities over the weekend, when the truth was I’d slept the entirety of both days. Of course, I’d love to be able to exercise regularly and I truly wish to be an early bird. Instead, you’ll find me putting a chair in my shower as I sometimes don’t even have the energy to stand up. It’s certainly a double life I lead.