The last time I was this anxious, I was in my fourth year of med school. Every night I would go to bed and dread getting up in the morning. The thought of work made me feel sick and nauseated. I'd lay there and analyse, what is it? Is it the people I work with? Is it the work? Is it my ability? Although I'm well aware that I have so much more to catch up on...
I think it's the realisation that I'm not good enough for this job. It's the sinking feeling you get when you're disappointed with yourself. Every morning you go to work and watch yourself struggle. Then top it off with the long working hours, lack of rest, mental exhaustion.
But the idea of quitting makes me even more anxious. I need a plan B.
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