I always thought of myself as the spontaneous fun-loving girl, who is never averse to trying out anything. That is how I came to define myself when I first stepped out of my home and discovered “me”. But, when I look at myself now, I am not the same anymore.
Over the years, as I grew in my profession and in my responsibilities, bit by bit the rut of the daily chipped away at what I thought I was. Now, I see a person who is nothing like that definition. I see a person who is constantly bothered by deadlines, more work to do, a procrastinator even when it comes to activities that she enjoys like going out dancing, and generally moody and sad. And, just thinking about trying something new usually ends up in an anxiety attack or tears. Continue reading