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The Dark Side of Remote Work: When Freedom Feels Like a Gilded Cage
I traded watercooler gossip for existential dread — and I’m not alone.
The Silence is Louder Than Any Office
On my 1,000th day as a remote worker, I caught myself whispering to my coffee maker.
Not in a cute “Good morning!” way.
But a full, desperate monologue about my stalled project — while it gurgled back in mechanical indifference.
That’s when I realized: Freedom had quietly metastasized into isolation.
This isn’t another “work-from-home paradise” essay.
This is about the phantom limb pain of lost human connection, the 2 AM anxiety spirals when your laptop glow is the only light in the house, and why “You’re so lucky!” comments from office workers feel like salt in a wound they don’t see.