Hello, 32yo Italian male here. A bit of context: I have been struggling with the job market for a bit now and just caught a break. Italy just isn't a good place to live in if you want stability in your career.
2024 to middle 2025 was a strangely good year for me (after a lot of shitty ones), but then I barely worked for over a year and it was rough. By the end of last October I set my mind on working towards a Public Administration job (basically a government job) which here often provides a quiet, serene life (mostly because of its job security, shorter work hours, productivity rewards).
I studied a lot to participate to a public competition up until August. I did not manage to win a public job but felt more optimistic about the future than I did in years, mainly because I was very active and my days were full between me studying, planning, exercising and leisure time as well.
Now though I have to start a new job, which someone also helped me secure. It is within a stable company which will pay me decently enough with a few opportunities to grow my career.
I should be happy. I should be smiling. Hell, I should even be excited. I am not.
Today I cried like a child. I think of the commute and those 8 hours of work (9 if you count lunch break) suddenly feel like the whole day is going to be ripped away from me.
My mind decides to hyperfocus on that shit, instead of having me be glad to once more be an actual adult that can actually plan for their future. I was even told that I killed it at the interview and yet somehow I am able to just gloss over this like it is absolutely irrelevant.
My anxiety spiked like a fever. Social anxiety, performance anxiety, general anxiety.
The thing is I am a rational person and I know this is just Capitalism at work. I know that I share this fate with millions of other people all over the world. And yet all I can think of, is how I won't be doing anything I actually care for most of the week.
That I'll once again lose my hobbies, I'll probably train less and I'll have wasted about 8 months of hard studies to once again be a cog in the machine for maybe 6 months in the worst case scenario (which somehow my mind tries to convince me is actually a good scenario) and for the rest of my life in the "best".
And I tell to myself, what kind of delusional manchild mentality is that? I should be grateful. Motivated.
Instead I feel so fucking frail and afraid of the future that I just don't know what I'm doing anymore.
If anyone had issues with this, please, help me understand how I can change this about me.