Today is a pretty tough day. It’s morning here now, but since last night, the pain has returned and I’ve been struggling.
I know exactly why it came back. Last night, while talking to a friend, I said, “Now that my body is getting better, I should start thinking about getting a job again.” It’s only been about three days since sitting stopped feeling painful. So I felt the urge to rush back into job preparation.
I need to get a job. I really want to find one before I turn 30. But I still don’t even know what kind of work is right for me. And the thought of failing, of trying and facing rejection—it’s terrifying. But if I don’t find a job soon, I’ll be considered too old to be hired as a new employee. I’m so scared. Of becoming useless. Of being a loser. Of my parents being disappointed in me. Of being disappointed in myself. Everything feels so frightening.
As I had these thoughts, the burning pain in my arm—like a real burn—came back. So did the deep aching in my legs, as if I’d overused them, and even the nerve pain in my thighs.
Maybe… I’m afraid of getting better. Because if I truly recover, then I’ll be expected to live by the same standards as everyone else—to work, to take risks, to succeed. As long as I’m sick, people treat me as an exception. But if I’m no longer in pain, they’ll start to judge me again. And maybe that fear is triggering the return of my symptoms as a defense mechanism.
I don’t know how to fix this. It’s so hard. The pressure to get a job soon and earn a normal living feels absolutely overwhelming.
I know exactly why it came back. Last night, while talking to a friend, I said, “Now that my body is getting better, I should start thinking about getting a job again.” It’s only been about three days since sitting stopped feeling painful. So I felt the urge to rush back into job preparation.
I need to get a job. I really want to find one before I turn 30. But I still don’t even know what kind of work is right for me. And the thought of failing, of trying and facing rejection—it’s terrifying. But if I don’t find a job soon, I’ll be considered too old to be hired as a new employee. I’m so scared. Of becoming useless. Of being a loser. Of my parents being disappointed in me. Of being disappointed in myself. Everything feels so frightening.
As I had these thoughts, the burning pain in my arm—like a real burn—came back. So did the deep aching in my legs, as if I’d overused them, and even the nerve pain in my thighs.
Maybe… I’m afraid of getting better. Because if I truly recover, then I’ll be expected to live by the same standards as everyone else—to work, to take risks, to succeed. As long as I’m sick, people treat me as an exception. But if I’m no longer in pain, they’ll start to judge me again. And maybe that fear is triggering the return of my symptoms as a defense mechanism.
I don’t know how to fix this. It’s so hard. The pressure to get a job soon and earn a normal living feels absolutely overwhelming.