Hey all. I haven’t been on here in a while, I’m sorry. I usually do that a lot.
There have been a lot of life changes for me going on, and the biggest one recently being a new, huge but temporary job change. Because I’ve been doing really good, this job change involves me being on stage in front of a lot of important people that work for the company, being interviewed, and having a whole different team.
Did I mention I suffer from excruciating social anxiety and haven’t taken any medication for it recently?
Without going into too much detail, these interviews I’m selected for can be seen by everybody. This involves studying company information and basically being able to answer any question about the company.. in different states..... in front of hundreds. It’s a lot, to say the least.
Have you ever been almost suicidal? I don’t know if that makes any sense, but it’s this feeling of feeling worthless and wanting to die, but not wanting to be the one to end it. Almost like wishing something would kill you, just so you don’t have to think about your loved ones not only being hurt by your death, but hurting even more by not feeling like they were good enough. But as much as you love them, as amazing and supportive as they are, nothing can take away that pain of feeling like you will never not be a failure. You hear the voices over and over again. When someone brings up one of your fuck ups, you basically want to kill yourself over it, no matter how small. And you wonder how you can continue life like that, forever. Like if I feel like this now, how about when I have kids? How about when I feel it’s time to take the next step, after tripping and falling down a flight of stairs on the first? I feel like it’s getting really hard to live with myself. Really fucking hard. It makes me sick.
And you know what the worst part is? Aside from my fuck ups, I have a lot of good contributions to this. I’ve gotten a lot of praise... and some mocking critique. But no matter how good I am, I’m still starting to hate myself. I’m genuinely sorry for the depressing story, I think I’m just looking to vent. Maybe hear some stories, maybe feel heard, who knows.