I’m in my final week as a Year 3 intern in my company’s design department. What makes this so conflicting for me is that, for the first time, I’m truly uncertain about my future. I’ve always prided myself on being head-on, passionate, hardworking, and clear about what I like and dislike. I was placed in a genuinely good company, where my teammates treat me so well. I even felt comfortable enough to open up to my supervisor about personal matters, and she’s been nothing but kind and supportive. I even enjoy the actual work I’ve been assigned.
And that’s what makes this so hard to process.
The job is a standard 9–5 office role — long hours in front of the computer every day. I absolutely hate that part, but I know it’s the norm, and I can’t change it. In my previous internship, I already mentioned how much I disliked this work lifestyle. I feel the corporate drain creeping in. Even during my commute, I notice people with blank, exhausted expressions — not because they’re bad people, but because they’re working just to survive. I know some people are content with this, and I respect that.
For me, though, it hits differently because of my experiences with anxiety and OCD. I never want to take a good day for granted, because I know how brutal my mind can be on bad days. This lifestyle makes it harder to keep in touch with my granny overseas or with my friends who care and want to connect. On my days off, all I want to do is shut down and rest — and even then, anxiety sometimes creeps in. At work, I can distract myself, but on quiet days, the thoughts come back.
I’m scared that if I do this long-term, I’ll lose myself, my spark, and just become another part of the soulless rat race. I keep wondering if there’s something better out there, something that allows me to work on a computer but still protect the things I value most. The corporate grind feels like it’s stealing from me, piece by piece.
Right now, I’m typing this at work, crying quietly. My anxiety and OCD keep throwing endless loops and themes at me. I can fight them off each time, but that doesn’t mean it gets easier, and I hate going through it. I feel helpless and guilty, because I know I’m privileged to even have work at all. I feel unappreciative of what I have, because I know there’s people out there having it worse, it just makes it seem like I already have it good and I’m still complaining. But privilege doesn’t erase struggle. I can be grateful and still want more for my life. But it feels like I can’t…
Why am I like this?