Figuring Things Out
I feel like I constantly make progress and then regress...it’s exhausting. Finding motivation to move forward while fighting your inner demons who feed on anxiety and depression is a difficult feat I have not yet mastered.
I feel as though I was more organized as a young adult than I am now. I think using some of those old techniques may be useful. It’s hard when you’re social anxiety is so intense that even answering the door for a delivery guy makes your heart race.
It interests me how that is exponentially more terrifying to me than operating on a live human being. Oh and new news: I’m doing cesarean sections as the primary surgeon now. Pretty cool, very rewarding.
I had the idea in my head that as I became more knowledgeable and accomplished my mental illness would also improve. Doesn’t seem to work that way.
I’m wondering if journaling will help.










