The Year I Made Great Money and Was the Sickest I’ve Ever Been
A personal story, not medical advice. If you’re having symptoms like a racing or irregular heartbeat, chest pain, dizziness, or fainting, see a doctor today. Some identifying details have been changed.
The check was three weeks out.
I’d just closed the largest deal of my career, in my first field sales role, at a startup that was going up like a bottle rocket. When the commission hit, it was going to be six figures. After tax.
On paper, it was the best year of my life. In reality, I was making good money but miserable, and I hadn’t admitted the second half to anyone, including me.
I remember sitting with that number and realizing it didn’t have anywhere to go. My wife and I were newly married. We had no kids yet and no debt except the mortgage on our townhouse. I could have walked into a dealership and bought a BMW M3 in cash. That had been my dream car for as long as I could remember, and for three weeks, it was actually on the table.
We didn’t buy it. We booked a long weekend in Bermuda for our first anniversary, and we put the rest, all of it, straight into the mortgage.
That was the smartest money decision I made that year. It may have been the only smart decision I made that year, because everything else about it was killing me.
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Making Good Money but Miserable
If you’d looked at my life from the outside, it was the best year I’d ever had. I was making more than I’d ever imagined I would. People I respected wanted me in the room. The company was winning, and I was one of the reasons why.
On the inside, I had never been more miserable.
That’s the part nobody warns you about when you’re making good money but miserable. The money doesn’t cancel out the misery. It just makes the misery harder to explain, to your family, to your friends, and mostly to yourself. What exactly are you going to complain about? You’re the guy with the big check.
So I didn’t complain. I kept going.
What My Body Was Saying
There was no single moment where it all came into focus. It was more like a slow leak I refused to look at.
I was roughly 30 pounds heavier than I am today, and carrying about 20 pounds less muscle. All of it was built one airport meal, one late night, and one skipped workout at a time.
And I didn’t sleep. Not really. Almost every night I woke up at 3am with my mind already racing. Deals, numbers, who was up, who was slipping, what I’d forgotten. When I did sleep, I had nightmares. The culture was brutal, even by the standards of a place that paid that well, and my body was absorbing all of it on the night shift.
I told myself it was temporary. I told myself it was the price of a big year. I told myself a lot of things.
The Part I Don’t Like Admitting
That was the year my heart started acting up. I’ve written the full story of that diagnosis in the job gave me a heart problem, including the moment a cardiologist told me there was a chance I wouldn’t see my 30th birthday. I won’t retell it here. Years later, a night in the ER showed me I’d changed the logo on my badge and not much else; that one is in what the ER taught me about my paycheck.
What I want to tell you here is harder to say. If my heart hadn’t developed a problem, I would have kept going.
I’m sure of it. Up to that point in my life, my entire sense of self worth was tied to my income. Every raise was proof I mattered. Every bigger check was a better version of me. When you’ve wired yourself that way, the treadmill doesn’t feel like a treadmill. It feels like progress.
So I wouldn’t have stepped off on my own. My body had to throw me off.
When I think about the version of me who never got that warning, I don’t see a guy with a nicer car. I see a guy who lost years off his life, whose marriage paid for every one of those 3am wakeups, and who never built the relationship I have with my two kids today. That’s what the big year was actually charging me. It just didn’t put it on the statement.
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Why the Check Mattered More Than the Car
I want to be honest about why we didn’t buy the car, because it wasn’t wisdom. It was scar tissue.
Not long before that check, a melted AC unit had landed on a credit card in the same month another layoff round hit, and we’d had zero cushion. I’d also sat through 23 rounds of layoffs at my last company. I knew in my bones how fast “great money” can turn into no money. Without those scars, I think that check would have been gone in a year, turned into a car payment’s worth of lifestyle that we’d then need the big job to keep feeding.
Instead, we made our life smaller than our income. Later, when my heart made the decision for me and I had to change course, the house we lived in wasn’t one more reason I couldn’t leave. That’s what walk-away money really is. It’s not a number in an account. It’s the absence of chains when the day comes.
If You’re in Your Peak Year Right Now
Save as much as you possibly can, especially if you’re making good money but miserable, because that combination rarely lasts.
I mean that literally. If you get used to the lifestyle a peak year pays for, you will run faster and faster on the treadmill to keep it, until you drop and come flying off the back. For some people, the back of the treadmill is bankruptcy. For me, it was very nearly a cardiologist’s office with worse news.
If a big check is coming, here’s what I’d do before it lands:
- Decide what the money’s job is before it hits your account, not after.
- Pick one celebration and give it a ceiling. Ours was a long weekend, not a car.
- Send the rest to whatever buys you freedom: consumer debt first, then cash runway, then the mortgage or long term investments.
- Don’t raise your monthly spending to match the check. Peak years end. Payments don’t.
If you want a target for that money, run your freedom number. It turns “save a lot” into a finish line.
Your One Move Today
Check your body the way you’d check your bank account. How are you sleeping? What does the scale say compared to five years ago? Has your heart done anything that scared you, even once?
If any of those answers worry you, make a doctor’s appointment this week. Not after the quarter closes. Not after the big deal. This week. While you wait for that appointment, the American Heart Association has a plain, no hype overview of how stress affects heart health, including what it does to your sleep, your eating, and your blood pressure.
The money will still be there. Make sure you are too.
Frequently Asked Questions
Is it normal to make good money but feel miserable?
Yes, and it’s more common than people admit. A high income can make it harder to talk about burnout or stress, because it feels ungrateful. But a paycheck doesn’t cancel out what a job takes from your sleep, health, and relationships.
What should I do with a big commission check or bonus?
Decide its job before it arrives. Keep the celebration small and specific, then direct the rest to consumer debt, cash runway, and long term goals. Avoid raising your monthly spending to match a one time windfall.
Should I quit a high paying job that’s making me sick?
That’s a personal decision, and the first step is a doctor, not a resignation letter. Get any physical symptoms checked. Then start building enough runway that leaving becomes an option you can actually afford, so you’re choosing, not reacting.
If any of this sounds like your year, you don’t have to wait for your body to make the call. I send a short weekly playbook on building walk-away money and buying back your time. Join the list below and grab the Freedom Number worksheet.
This is a personal story, not medical or financial advice. If you have symptoms that concern you, see a doctor. For money decisions, talk to a qualified professional about your own situation. Identifying details have been changed.
