A Short story on progression

Being a young person who’s out of school with two degrees and suffering from anxiety. On top of that, seeking employment and struggling to get off the ground running, I find myself for most of my days wallowing in slight depressive episodes just wishing for an opportunity to arise. Most of the time I'm feeling pressure to make something happen immediately, often trying to rush the process, constantly looking on social media for gratification. The feeling makes me sink into the deep abysses I call the trenches of my mind. What I find in there no man should ever be designed to see. These are dark places…