Someone posted recently about chucking a sickie because they were mentally ground down. Not sick in the way that puts you in bed with a bucket, just that particular exhaustion where your brain has quietly decided it’s done for the day and nothing you do will convince it otherwise. They still felt guilty about it.

That guilt is doing a lot of unpaid work, and I recognise it immediately.

There’s a specific flavour of WFH guilt that I think is underappreciated. When you work from home, the office is always there. The laptop is always on the desk. The Slack notifications are always one ping away. Taking a sick day from a physical office has a kind of clarity to it: you are not there, therefore you are not working. But when the office is your house, the psychological separation is much harder to maintain. You spend the day half-convinced you should just log on and get a few things done. The guilt doesn’t stay home when you stay home.