“I work in the City. I get dressed every morning. I’m a perfectionist, so my clothes, hair and make-up are immaculate.
I breeze in as if I’m the Anna Wintour of the financial world.
Little do my colleagues know how much I’m struggling to keep it all together.
Whilst I present as being in control, inside I’m incredibly anxious and it’s getting worse.
My job involves a lot of ‘networking,’ which quite frankly I loathe. Years of superficial small talk has grated on me, but it’s the sick feeling I continuously have inside that I can’t cope with.
I don’t know where it’s come from, but I’m desperate for help. If anyone has any suggestions I’d be grateful.
I’m incredibly private and so sharing this on here felt like a first step.”