Career Crisis or Character Development?

Some days, I open my inbox hoping for an interview call. Most days, I just see, “Thank you for applying, but…” and then I close it like nothing happened. But it did. Every rejection feels like a tiny punch.

I’ve been applying to jobs non-stop. Clinical roles, data stuff, writing jobs anything that makes sense. And still… nothing works. It’s not like I’m sitting idle either. I’ve done courses, assessments, and all that. Still, I feel like I’m stuck in the same place.

Sometimes, I doubt everything. Did I choose the wrong path? Am I too late? Is something wrong with me?

Then other times, I remind myself.....No, I’m trying. I’m doing my part. It’s just... slow.

It’s funny how people say, “Don’t give up.” Like okay, but what if I’m tired of not giving up?

No one talks about how exhausting “not giving up” actually is. I’m tired. Mentally, emotionally, soul-level tired.

No amount of sleep or motivational quotes is helping anymore.

Being from a middle-class family, a stable job means more than just money. It means confidence. It means finally feeling secure enough to be myself and to dream bigger.....like starting my own thing someday.

But right now? This waiting game, this constant rejection... it’s messing with my head.

And yeah, I’ve got a bit of an ego. I hate depending on anyone. I want to make it on my own. That’s what makes this phase even harder.

Anyway, I’m still here. Still showing up. Still hoping something clicks.

Every day I wake up, check my emails, scroll through job sites, update my resume (for the hundredth time), and apply like my life depends on it.

Spoiler: It kinda does.

It’s been months.

Hundreds of applications.

Dozens of assessments.

A few interviews.

Plenty of ghostings.

And not one offer. (Well… kinda a few, but not the ones that feel right.)

People say, “You’re qualified! You’ll get something soon!”

And I smile and nod, while silently wondering if I’m just slowly becoming one of those overqualified, unemployed stats no one remembers after their second LinkedIn post.

Sometimes I feel hopeful. Like I’m on the edge of something.

Other times, I feel like I’m just screaming into a void... with a resume attached.

And don’t even get me started on the self-doubt.

“Should I have picked a different degree?”

“Am I being too picky?”

“Is it me? Like… am I the problem?”

I know I’m not the only one struggling. And honestly, that doesn’t help. It just makes the job market feel like a giant sad buffet of rejection.

But here I am. Still applying, still trying.

Still believing—on some stubborn little corner of my heart—that maybe all this struggle is just the backstory.

That one day I’ll look back at this post and say, “Wow. That girl had no idea what was waiting for her.”

 Until then, I’ll be here.

Tired, but trying.

Frustrated, but hopeful.

Jobless, but not hopeless.

i don't know why but my gut is strongly telling me that I will be hearing a good news by this month end...at this point its not even gut, but the number of applications that I sent this month.

If you’ve read this far, thanks for sticking around.

Everything worksout and We win in the end.

 

                                                                                                            – Mystery Girl