My turn.
I’m suffering from anxiety and depression, and I feel stupid about it.
Let’s get one thing straight: I know I have nothing to complain about. Good job. Good kids. Good partner. Good parents and in-laws. I should be a pig in shit.
I’ve been wildly successful lately. Haven’t lost a case or decision in eight months. Partners are giving me more work as we get busier. I’m busier. I pretty much handle both the new associates like I’m their sensei. Wonderful talent.
I’m behind in my work. By a week or two. And I’m anxious.
I may be teaching an MBA course soon. Business law and the legal environment. And I’m anxious.
I’m registering to take exams in Canada to get certified up there. And I’m anxious.
I feel like I’m drowning.