When Your Job Becomes Your Only Safe Space (And Why That's Dangerous)
I used to wait for Monday the way most people wait for Friday. Sounds like a dream employee, right? But it took me years to understand why that's actually a problem.
6:47 AM. Three kids dressed, two breakfasts refused, one missing shoe, and someone is screaming about the wrong color cup. You drop the first one at kita, rush to school for the second while the baby cries in the car seat — already 15 minutes behind before the day even started. Chaos you can't control, noise you can't escape, and a to-do list that never ends.
But then you park near the office.
Fresh morning air hits your face and suddenly everything is quiet. No one pulling your sleeve, no one asking for snacks, no tiny humans demanding your immediate attention. You're the first one in — the satisfying click of the lock, empty hallway, just your footsteps echoing softly. The coffee machine hums to life and that rich warm steam rises from the cup as you hold it with both hands for a moment, breathing it in.
Finally. My time. Time to achieve something for myself.
And here's the thing — work actually delivered. Structure when home felt chaotic. Control when parenting felt unpredictable. Measurable progress when raising kids felt like an endless loop of the same battles. Respectful adult conversations where nobody interrupts to ask for juice. My brain loved every bit of it.
So what's the problem?
I started treating work as the ONLY place where I could recharge. The only space where I felt competent, calm, and in control. Monday became my Friday, and weekends became something to survive rather than enjoy.
But that feeling? It was a distortion. I wasn't resting — I was escaping. And I didn't realize how dangerous it is to build your entire psychological foundation on something you don't own.
Because here's the hard truth: you don't own your workplace.
Layoffs happen. Leadership changes. Conflicts arise. Burnout creeps in. One reorganization, one bad quarter, one toxic manager — and suddenly the place that kept you sane becomes another source of stress. The sanctuary disappears, and you have nowhere to fall back on.
So what's the answer?
It's not about loving your job less or forcing yourself to enjoy chaotic weekends. It's about recognizing that a safe space isn't something your employer provides — it's something you build inside yourself. In your habits, your boundaries, your relationships, and the way you define your own worth outside of productivity.
If you feel the same — loving your job because it's easier than home — you're not broken. You're just overwhelmed, running on fumes, doing your best with three kids and a career and everything in between.
But don't let your job become the only thing holding you together. You deserve a safe space that no reorg, no layoff, and no Monday morning can take away.