The overachiever, working in the male dominated finance industry in the city, moving at 1000x an hour and trying to juggle everything. I found myself constantly agreeing to take on more responsibility even though I was drowning, in a bid to prove to others that I was good enough, that I was WORTHY enough of their time and acknowledgement.
I know what it feels like to never be present for your relationships, your life or yourself. Barely sleeping due to a work deadline and having a schedule so packed you can barely eat, never mind talk to loved ones. But that’s the sacrifice you’re willing to make, right? To neglect looking after yourself in the hope that just by achieving that next promotion or next big goal that everything will fall into perfect harmony and you’ll finally reach the end destination of what you’ve been working towards.
But here’s the thing: There’s no end destination. And that’s not success… It’s suffering.
And the suffering gets to stop right now.