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Working With Anxiety

Sometimes people hear anxiety and they (ironically) worry about it. People wonder how I possibly could work and deal with it. Will it effect my work? Will I be a bad employee?
Honestly, no.
I will probably be the best employee ever. My anxiety has led me to have an eye for detail and a striving for completion and success. When it comes to customer service, I know how it feels for someone to be terrified to be in a retail situation, so I will treat everyone I come across with a smile and sensitivity.
People doubt me when they hear the word anxiety. But I've enjoyed all the work I've experienced in my life. I've worked in a cat sanctuary, a charity shop and with Cycle Against Suicide. I never panicked in any work situation. I've never worried any coworkers, neither have I gotten any complaints. Work, oddly, has not caused me major anxiety. Even if work does cause you anxiety, there's a way to manage it, whether it be working part time or from home.
Work for me has always been a way to give the finger to anxiety (as well as independence). It's something I'm looking forward to getting back into when uni starts again, and I'm excited to tackle the challenge of uni and work. I'm hoping it'll be rewarding and fulfilling, and allow me to have the experience so many of my peers have.
I know this is a short blog post. Because it's rather simple. I have an anxiety disorder, but that doesn't mean I can't do normal things. And that goes for any other disorder or illness.



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