Why I left the dehumanising corporate world behind
I am curious whether anyone can relate to this, dreams of doing this, or has actually done this.
Leaving employment
I left the world of employment because I realised the work itself was not the thing crushing me. The work was fine. It was the environment around the work that was destroying my soul.
The open-plan offices. The forced small talk. The business hierarchy. The performative busyness. The corporate language. The meetings about meetings. The false promises of promotions and pay rises used to squeeze more productivity out of people. The constant pressure to be visible, available, pleasant, aligned, responsive, and grateful for the privilege of slowly dissolving under fluorescent lighting.
At some point, I realised I was spending an enormous amount of energy just existing in the environment rather than doing better work. You are monitored constantly. You might as well wear a collar.
Working from home changed everything
Working from home during COVID made it obvious. My already strong productivity (which was typically 120-130% of my daily targets) actually got stronger. I was not disengaged. I was not lacking discipline. I simply worked better when I had autonomy.
When the collar was loosened, I could move dangerously fast. I could focus, think clearly, and structure my day around actual output instead of appearances. I could work without the background theatre of pretending that collaboration means sitting near people who are also trying not to be interrupted.
The autonomy problem
As an employee, so much of your life is quietly handed over. Your time, location, priorities, schedule, energy, tone, and even your personality are shaped by someone else’s organisation. You become a calendar slot, a Teams status, a deliverable, a “resource”, a policy and procedure follower.
You are technically free to leave, of course. But most people need income, housing, stability, and a future. That dependence creates a kind of soft coercion where you are free in theory, but boxed in practically.
So I left.
Becoming a one-person mercenary
I became a one-person mercenary, and my mental health improved drastically without the “feel-good Fridays” and pizza lunch Wednesdays.
Sure, self-employment started with its own stress, uncertainty, admin, and occasional panic-flavoured surprises. But I would still take that A MILLION TIMES over being absorbed back into the beige machinery where I slowly lose myself. The pressure feels more honest now. If I work hard, it is for my own business. If I take on too much, that is my own problem to solve. If I need silence to think, I can create my own.
Life after the beige machine
Leaving made me realise how much of my exhaustion was environmental.
It was the performance. The corporate nonsense. The interruptions. The forced visibility. The strange expectation that adulthood means being managed, monitored, overstimulated, and slowly sanded down into something more convenient for an organisation. You are enslaved into a corporate adult day-care centre where you generate money for other people, while taking a tiny agreed-upon cut.
I found that I do not need that.
My life is richer because I took the risk and left.
Anyone else feel this?
EDIT: Thanks for the amazing responses, people. It is oddly nice to know this feeling is shared by so many.
For those calling this “AI slop”, I actually enjoy writing. Believe it or not, some humans still use paragraphs. This post is a general overview of my experience, and I still work in an industry where I need to be careful not to get too specific about what I do for confidentiality reasons.
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