Today I am happier than I have been in months, and it’s because I finally stopped holding myself to a standard of achievement that doesn’t fulfill me.
In other words, I quit.
Everything.
(Almost).
Despite my love of learning—of theory and research, of data and practice—today I withdrew from my graduate program. I realized that trying to do everything (work two jobs, go to school full time, complete my internship, and work on myself) was like trying to shove a square peg into a round hole: I was trying to fit myself into a program that didn’t work for me and instead chipped away at my wellbeing.
I know I’ve made the right decision because as I mentioned, I am happier than I’ve been in a long time.
For years and years I have lived in a state of constant, overwhelming stress. I thought I thrived on it. In undergrad I was always taking about 18 credits, working a job or two, involved in various journals and research labs et cetera. High school was similar, albeit with extracurriculars rather than work. And just now at 25 I am learning that I don’t need to stretch myself so thin in order to be fulfilled.
Just because I want to help people doesn’t mean I can’t say “no” to requests. Just because I’m intelligent doesn’t mean I have to keep going to school. Just because I’m healthier than I was a few years ago doesn’t mean I have to work myself at the same level I did before I was sick.
My roommate and I made self-care posters that are now hanging in our kitchen. I desperately need to remake mine as I used to have a fundamentally flawed understanding of self-care, but there is one thing from my poster that I want to keep: a quote saying, “working to death is not a badge of honor; martyrdom in vain serves no one.”
It’s time that I take my own advice and live like I give a shit about myself instead of killing myself because that’s what I think I need to do. There is no need to participate in the culture of glorifying over-working.
I want to be happy. I’m finally ready to make whatever changes I must to fully tackle my depression and anxiety. I want to work one job instead of doing the equivalent of four. I want to finally be able to sleep at night without lying awake thinking of all the tasks I need to accomplish. I’m ready to stop comparing my journey with others’ and do something that I can be proud of for once.
I am going to stop competing in the nonexistent race for success.
There will always be people who are smarter than me, stronger than me, kinder than me, more talented at x, y, or z than me. And that’s good. That’s fine. I just need to be the healthiest me that I can be, and to do that, I’m starting over.
Currently I have no life plan other than find a job that I’m passionate about—easier said than done, I know. It’s going to be tough and scary… but it’s also exhilarating. I am so excited to see what the future holds, and to discover a self that is well again.