I’ve worked in a few different places over the course of my career, but one place stands out as particularly rough. It wasn’t that I didn’t like the company or the type of work, but the pressure and expectations placed on me by management, coupled with the hostile communication with teammates who were just as stretched thin as I was, made me feel like I was constantly failing and never measuring up.
It completely crushed my self-esteem because I never felt like I was doing a good job. About five months before I left, I had visited a specialist because my legs were in a ton of pain.
I was no stranger to pain, given the muscle and nerve damage years of seizures and episodes of conversion disorder had caused.