Anxiety
It was in my third year in college when I was asked to be a subject in a study conducted by a friend’s friend. They were tasked to try and determine the characteristic, personality, and the presence or absence of any personality disorder. Upon Ipresenting the results to their professor, I was able to read the results. Apparently, I was prone to anxiety which seemed a bit far from what I thought since I was leaning towards depression (long story) so it kind of surprised me to know that I was in that condition.
Knowing that I am prone to that condition did not change anything and no signs of anxiety did not appear immediately. No friendship-related anxiety was felt then since three of my really, really good friends knew of the things that I’ve been through and they’ve never left me. No relationship-related anxiety since I was still single then. Paper works, exams, reports, badly presented pitches were part of the usual college student’s life so it did not bother me at all. I was a regular student who lived my life the way I wanted it to be.Â
Although after that study conducted upon me, I became subconsciously aware of it. I started doing things to stop myself from becoming totally anxious of a lot of things. I did have some moments where I would blame myself or hate myself for doing something but it was due to the fact that it was my decision, not that I lack something or anything.
That was the case until I graduated from college. I thought that instead of taking a few months off, I should go ahead and look for a job. I thought that everything that I have learned by then would be enough to fuel my desire to keep on doing something, in this case, instead of studying, I will be working; instead of going to a university to open a notebook and take down notes, I will open a laptop and start taking note of clients and event details. I thought it would totally be good for me to continue being the “hardworking” person as I am.Â
Well, it was good... Until I realized that this is no school. People will not see me as a student who can commit a few mistakes and redo things before the semester ends. I got a job as an events person and it’s when it all went haywire. I was under a really kind and patient boss, and colleagues with two more guys. I had trouble getting along with them since I tended to keep silent and just observe things.Â
Slowly in the workplace, I felt that I might have graduated from a well-known university but that itself as well as the experiences I had was not enough for the job that I took. Although it is indeed a good opportunity to grow, I cannot help but feel incompetent around these people. They do help me with the work that I do yet, it feels like every time they do it, I’m slowly sinking myself to shame for not knowing these things.Â
Yes, I am a fresh graduate, I am still learning but I am a slow learner, and for the past few months, I’m not still confident that I can do my job on my own. Being a slow learner, I still need their guidance. Pretty immature yes, but I can’t help but feel bad and guilty whenever I commit a mistake.
I’ve had those moments where all I wanted to do is resign from my position and probably take some rest and not care about work anymore. I’ve had those moments where I was shaking uncontrollably with fear of being reprimanded for some mistake that I did. I’ve had those moments where I just stay at home and do nothing, and not see these people for I have ashamed my team, and myself badly.Â
I have felt so down in my work that there was an instance where all I wanted to do was just die in that instant. There have also been times where I was unable to properly eat and not feel any hunger after that. Many times, I’ve felt that I was not actually sleeping since my body and mind was unable to relax for even a few hours.Â
It was THAT bad and I’m not hoping for anything worse than that. As much as possible, I’d have things finished as soon as possible. Regularized or not, we’ll see.















