In this article, I will tell you about my experience when I went to a mental health clinic for the first time in my life because my job was too hard.
I tried to get a medical certificate ... that's why I knocked on the mental clinic's door ...
But, as it turns out, I came to my senses that something was different and eventually quit attending.
*This is just my personal experience.
I went to Menkli because the work was too hard and I couldn't stop crying.
Not anymore.Everything had reached its limits.
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Every Thursday or Friday, I would think to myself, "Which day should I work this Saturday or Sunday...will I make it if I don't work Saturday or Sunday?
I'm already so full of work, and then another job comes along and I'm like, "I've got to get this job done.I can't do this anymore!!!!"And it could have exploded at any moment.
Because at the level of crying at work.
But I thought, "This is finally getting me into trouble," and "Can't I get a medical certificate and take a leave of absence from work?" So I knocked on the door of Mencuri.
I thought the mental clinic would have a dark atmosphere, but it didn't.
It was the first time in my life that I had been to a menkriti, so I had many imaginations before I went.
Like, "Is it kind of dim?" "Are there a lot of people who look downcast?" ...stuff like that.
I went there with a negative imagination and a lot of stereotypes.
But when I actually went there, the receptionist was very crisp and the hospital was brightly lit (obviously).
The patients do not appear to be sick at all at first glance.
I remember being relieved that it was not as I had imagined it to be like that.
After completing the reception, you will be taken to a private room.
I was a little nervous as I waited, and then my name or number was called and I was shown to a private room.
The moment I walked into the room and sat down in the chair.A teacher with a super big smile.He greeted me with a "Hello!
Yes.A teacher with a super smile on his face.
I came to myself... or rather, I thought, "Something might be different! I thought.
*This is just my personal opinion.
I, I...I saw this teacher's super full face & smile that was too abashed with kindness, and it made me feel a little uncomfortable.The first is that it is a very good idea to use the same type of equipment as the second.
I am sure that some people are soothed by such smiles, and I am not trying to say that the teacher's smile is not good.
howeverMaybe something's different."I thought. My heart was racing! I thought.
But I couldn't say, "I'm going home," so I told them what had happened so far.
I also told him about my feelings and physical ailments, and finally I told him that I wanted a medical certificate, and it seemed that I should go to a neurologist. I told him that I wanted a medical certificate.
At this time, my heart was full, of course, but at the same timeHeadache halfway through the daySo it was.
So, according to the doctor, it is better to cure the physical ailment first.
You're right.I thought. (As expected of a teacher)
The day ended for the time being with a feeling of, "If you still feel the pain even after healing your physical discomfort, please come back again."
I was relieved that the doctor was not trying to solve everything with drugs. No, really.
Leaving the hospital, I felt indescribably emotional.
It may have been close to a feeling of relief. (Is this what you wanted to be told...?)
And when I was talking to the doctor, I thought that I was acting somewhat thoughtlessly and rudely.
I know this is not a good idea, but there are people who are having a harder time than I am.
With those feelings, I think I thought, "Something is different" in total.
By no means am I trying to say, "Don't take the easy way out and get a medical certificate! I don't mean to imply that you should easily get a medical certificate.
Those who are in pain and suffering should be proactive and get a medical certificate or something written down and take a break.
But in my case, I just thought something was different and this is how it turned out. And after this day, I never went to Menkli again.
Eventually, I talked to a senior colleague at the company, reduced my workload, and left the company a few months later.
I didn't get a written diagnosis, but made the decision to quit.
I'm not going to get into a tangent, and this is just my personal experience, but I felt uncomfortable going to Mencuri, and I never went back after that.
This was such an experience.