Let’s be honest. Two years ago, after I graduated without a job, I had days when I freaked out. Last winter, months after my friend also graduated without a job, she freaked out. A few months ago, when my boyfriend realized that his under-employment was not sustainable, he freaked out.
We’re all bound to go through it: the “I need a job!” freakout.
Freaking out can be legitimate. We all have bills to pay in order to maintain life’s necessities, like food and shelter.
Freaking out can also be therapeutic. If you’re around a bunch of other people who don’t have jobs, it’s something you can commiserate about. Aaaah freakout! Le freak, c’est chic.
But there’s a point where all that freaking out isn’t healthy. And I doubt it’s making you happy.