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I recently accepted my first job promotion, which came with a relocation.  I welcomed it as an opportunity for growth and a fresh start.

One month in? Gut wrenching anxiety, depression, and self-loathing.  Serious impostor syndrome (probably not in the DSM-V but I think you know what I mean).  These feelings are roiling about in my stomach and making a field day for my Crohn's disease.  I've been trying not to cry, and to calm myself down / reason it out for hours, but there is still the feeling of my jaw grinding and my digestive system in all out war against me. 

I have good days and bad days, but I have to be ON and BRIGHT and INSPIRING and INTELLIGENT and INTERESTING every workday.

Plus, it doesn't help that creeps keep talking to me on public transit tonight when I am only trying to get groceries and mind my own business.  On the way here, creep #1 decides it is appropriate to ask where I am going, where I live, and whether I go to school, despite my short, non-committal answers and attention completely on my phone.  

Creep #2 on the way back: I'm clearly absorbed in writing this post on my phone, for example, when some ass comes up and wants to know how I am, where I work, wants to shake my hand, and tries to give me a hug.  I told him I appreciated the concern, but I didn't feel like talking anymore or being touched by a complete stranger.  Of course he doesn't get the point and wants to hug me next time he sees me at a bus stop.  "No, please don't, bye." "What's your name?" "Bye."

(I don't have a car because I am trying to get OUT of debt, not stay IN it.)
<bot>: Out of my element, can't live up to new job standards, literally worried sick, and have to fend off bus creeps.