Little by little

Some days, you can feel your soul, your very essence, dying a little more inside you. You can feel you internal being slipping into the depths of despair. You sense hope fading.

Then the day ends, you go home, and see a ray of sunlight. And realize that you have to return to work the next day and face the same angst as the day before.

No, I don't like my job anymore. I feel my creativity being stifled, my love of my work shrivelling up and drying out. I sense the end.