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The thought of starting a job as a psychologist made me panic. I did not want to admit that to anyone, of course,
not even to
myself, but I wondered how I would ever be able to help anyone. I had absolutely no self-confidence. If anyone comes to me for help,
I thought, I won't know what to do. I can make up something and listen carefully,
of course, and that always helps. I can be kind and understanding. But anyone can do or be all that!
I was disappointed by my study in psychology. I was fed up with those theories and questionnnaires. Why did I
not understand stress, or learn how to deal with it? Nobody seemed to have any answers.
You can tell people they should slow down and take it easy, but they already know that. I don't want to be overpaid when I feel
that I have nothing to offer. The thought of it made me weak. I cannot do that, I thought.
I would feel a fraud. And I don't care how many other psychologists work that way, I won't.
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