For years, I worked seven-day weeks, through birthdays and most public holidays, Christmases and New Year’s Eves included. I worked mornings and afternoons, resuming work after dinner. I remember feeling as if life were a protracted exercise in pulling myself out of a well by a rope, and that rope was work.
Antonella Gambotto-Burke, Mama: Dispatches from the Frontline of Love
anxiety, compulsion, compulsiveness, depression, fear-of-death, ocd, work, workaholic, workaholism