I used to wake up that way when I had my job which I thought was my dream job. I couldn't even stomach a piece of toast. I would leave for the day, work with miserable people and go home which was 3 min away and just flop down on my bed. After 5 mos of torturing myself I quit and the morning ickies went away. Sometimes we have to do things for our own benefit. Now I am OK but broke. Six of one, half a dozen of another.