I know I have nothing to complain about. I am a highly successful in my field, received many achievements, published many papers and have lots of friends and family that love me. I have travelled the world.
Why can’t I make myself happy?
Why can’t I make my mind quiet down and stop these feelings of inadequacy and unhappiness? It’s so fucking exhausting to appear composed and totally with it, and I feel like such a sham deep down. I need to get out of this, but I feel so trapped at the same time.