to work again

I feel I must now at least attempt to get back into employment, my days seem to have become aimless though by no means unpleasant. It's guilt I'm sensing, no doubt, though the sciatica did me no favours: much of what I could do purposefully I can't until the problem goes. I wonder if this feeling of guilt is just a natural phase in giving up employment or something more sinister. You see, if I've discovered one thing in these past few months it's this; work gives you purpose but employment can dehumanise you. It's something I'd wish I understood at twenty. I dread going back to the mill...