So I have PTSD, and anxiety is a really big thing in my life. I try to get a job and stick with it, but eventually, I end up leaving after either a stressful event happens or something happens that's out of my control (court hearing, abrupt move, things like that). I do want to work, because I hate the idea of not being able to earn my own keep and do things for myself, but I also don't like the current jobs I have to work in. They're usually either fast food places, or grocery stores, and both places stress me out so much. It doesn't help that there's a lot of pressure into working all the time, especially grocery stores. I get that grocery stores are super busy but I don't want to slave away and get yelled at by both customers and managers for either being too slow or not doing something perfect right away.
My anxiety makes me feel like I really don't want to go to work. If there's a minor mistake that I made, I want to quit out of anxiety and give up. At least in my new job that I've been able to get this week. It's a mom and pop grocery store, and you'd think because it's small it would be a good fit for me. Nope. I also have to worry about cleaning up and taking inventory, and while people are nice and they're pretty flexible, and the job is only a 10 minute walk from my house, it doesn't help that I feel anxious and nervous about everything. People really scare me, and it doesn't help that I am working at a Mexican grocery store. They speak Spanish all the time, and while technically that isn't a problem, sometimes I get so anxious, I am unable to speak. It really freaks me out a bit how much my anxiety is affecting me while I work. I think I'll be able to handle it more the longer I work, but at the moment it feels as though my anxiety is going to make me quit, and I don't want that. I need the money so that I can pursue a better job for myself.
It doesn't help that a lot of my insecurities are heavy based off the fact that I'm not able to express myself properly and I tend to be unable to speak out about things. Or that I rarely talk, at all. There's a lot of stuff that freaks me out, and it really makes things worse for me.
I don't know. Maybe this is a PTSD thing, or it might just be a me thing, but all I know is that holding down a job looks like it's very difficult for me. I wish that wasn't the case, but damn.