Slow the F*ck Down
“Should I go and get my CV?” “Yes, please!” I got up, turned around and sprinted to grab my CV. “BAM!” The next moment, I was on the floor with a weird pain near my lips in a room full of recruiters staring down at me. Someone asked, “Are you alright?” “I am fi…” There was blood on my hand and the floor, and someone shouted, “You are not fine!” -:- I have been beating myself up for the past 12-15 months. I have this weird need to feel perfect and not fuck anything up… again! It feels like I am trying hard to hold onto something pricky like a barbed wire. I know it is cutting my flesh and still, I don’t want to let it go. I am 24 and I feel like this is the only time I can do something worthwhile, make a career, get a job, find my passion, give time to my family, make friends, live a life, and the list goes on. I feel this burden of doing all the right things at this exact time. Why do I feel so? That story is petty as hell! I have always been an academically decent girl. Academic...