Out of the last twenty days I was scheduled to go to work at my new job, I missed six. I didn’t give much notice. Three times, I was having panic attacks. I don’t know how often I felt sick and was really feeling anxious. Yes, the job was only during afternoons. Yes, Monday-Friday is no big deal to most people. But knowing that I needed to be somewhere every day at the same felt like setting myself up to fail. I knew, on some level, that I would not be able to do this. I hoped. I tried. I did try. I tried so, so hard. I just couldn’t do it. Maybe next time?