I used to work from home. I was happy at first, managing my own time, sitting cross-legged on the floor at a low table as I prefer. Gradually, however, I became aware that all wasn't well. The quality of my work wasn't suffering as such, but I lacked the social contact and pattern that I needed to be a better person. My partner, in particular, noticed my mental health declining. When I was asked to join a coworking space by some lovely colleagues, it was an obvious solution and in the year I've been renting a desk, my mood has improved. I don't work here religiously, Monday to Friday, but it's given me the stability and sense of inclusion that I wasn't able to maintain on my own.
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