At the time I had it all by conventional measures of success: a prestigious title at one of the largest investment funds in the world, a fancy apartment in New York City, lavish vacations, and a killer designer shoe collection.
In terms of life’s formula I had done everything I was supposed to: Ivy League School, Master’s Degree, Wall Street, but then why did I feel like I was dying inside? Wasn’t I living a life people would kill for?
I was constantly exhausted, my life felt like it was on replay each day. I was constantly rushing: rushing to get to work, rushing to the gym, rushing home to eat dinner and then rushing to bed only to do it all over again the next day. I felt, empty and claustrophobic, held hostage by my lifestyle.
My personal life was in shambles. I couldn’t maintain a relationship for more than a few months, I was constantly sick with stomach issues and migraines, and had trouble sleeping. To make things even worse, I felt guilty and ashamed of being so unhappy. How dare I be so ungrateful when I had so much?