Now sleep is very difficult for me (it was before, but now it’s significantly worse; I assume because it happened while I was sleeping) and I deal with anxiety off and on. It’s almost never anxiety “about” something, just an intense experience of dread. I fret about the fragility of life way more than is healthy. I do appreciate every day that I have, but I’m constantly aware that any moment could be my last. Or, perhaps worse, that at any moment my ability to do the things I love could be taken away, leaving me unable to speak or think clearly or ride a motorcycle or snowboard or do judo.
I wish I could let it go and just live my life. But it’s hard, even with therapy.
I did Teach For America it was by far the most difficult thing I've ever done. This definitely isn't true for everyone in the program, but I think my personality combined with the circumstances of my placement led to a very difficult experience for me.
Every single day, I got out of bed, tired, to go into another day of getting my ass kicked. Sunday was the worst day of my week because I had 5 days of trauma ahead of me. And honestly, I don't think "trauma" is an exaggeration of the experience of having 5 consecutive days of continuous stress overload every week for weeks on-end.
That was 14 years ago, and ever since I've felt like I'm walking on sunshine nearly every day since. Which is weird because I dealt with a lot of depression before my teaching experience.
However, I know a lot of people who experienced the opposite, with a lot of bad and lingering mental health challenges.
Yes! for me as well. It reminds me of a response Jack Tramiel (Founder of Commodore computers and holocaust survivor) made, when asked about dealing with the stress of cut throat competition.....something to the effect of .."stress.. what stress? Compared to Auschwitz.. this is nothing"