I’ve always possessed the type of unbridled ambition that pursues perfection—to a breaking point. Drive is, most of the time, a good thing.
It fuels achievement, self-improvement, and the confidence that comes from knowing you gave it your all. But my drive—an intense blend of self-competitiveness and workaholism—can be a recipe for burnout.
Add a mood disorder I’ve dealt with since I was a pre-teen and these relentless personality traits can be deadly.For most of my life, academia has been the petri dish for these praised but precarious tendencies of mine to ripen.
I have always been enamored by the consumption of knowledge—exams, presentations, and papers all opportunities for me to stay fed by a constant stream of accomplished goals..
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