Mine is a mix of work and personal stuff. Worst time I had was about 8 years ago - I’d been on a secondment to Germany, moved the wife and kids over there, then the company pulled the rug on it only about six weeks after the family moved. I’d moved to that job from a role I really liked, thinking it was the right thing to do. I ended up moving back to the U.K. into a job I wasn’t experienced enough to do, had no team and a manager who was useless. Blamed myself a lot for things that weren’t of my doing. I got through that but only after another person at work dragged me into a different job. In the intervening 8 months I’d lost nearly 3 stone and been prescribed by my doc for sleeping tablets and Prozac. The only reason I didn’t do anything daft was because I didn’t want to leave my wife with two young kids. Fortunately the new job worked out, I got back to being able to sleep and enjoying what I did. I stopped the Prozac after about 7 months. It’s hard to find the right words to describe it, but the best way I can think of saying it is that since then I feel like I’ve “broken the seal”. I haven’t been back on prescription meds, thankfully, but I have a heightened sense of what could happen and in a way I think that some issues which I would have brushed off 10 years ago will now cause me stress and sleepless nights. In turn that’s a bit of a vicious circle - waking up at 3am and worrying about work means I’m tired and sub-par the next day - so more risk of mistakes, forgetfulness etc. Not sure any of this helps you folks out there - but although exercise helps a bit (walking, cycling sometimes) I also find mindfulness really helpful. We had a big of a mantra at work - getting to the end of the day and consciously reflecting on: - what went well? - what am I thankful for? - what did I enjoy? Even if some of the things are really trivial, the act of consciously considering these things helps.