I'm trapped in this vicious cycle of so called, "emotional eating". All the work and discipline I've put into shedding the pounds is now all ruined thanks to this indispensable, sickly habit.
I am very anxious at present for a number of reasons:
1) I feel very uneasy at work because of all the uncertainty
2) I hate that I hate internship, while my colleagues back in Syd are absolutely enjoying it
3) I hate the lack of support and guidance in this so called "teaching hospital"
4) I feel so isolated and alone in this city
5) I feel like I've lost the ability to go out and meet people, thereby adding to my loneliness
6) I've gained weight from all the emotional eating I've been doing--I feel like a blimp!
7) I feel uncomfortable calling myself a doctor, when I know so little
I feel regretful in choosing to come to Adelaide in the first place. Life seems like it would've been much easier had I chosen to go to Wollongong! Why did I have to try and be brave by wanting to see if I can make it on my own two feet? I should've owned up to just wanting to escape my problems by asking for a fresh start.
I'm a complete phoney, and all I can feel is anxiety for it.
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