I can hold my station now, keep up with the tickets and the fire. But the constant yelling and the pace are scraping me hollow, and after service I'm so wound up that I drink more than I want to just to come back down. I tell myself it's fine, but I know it's catching up with me.
More people experience this than they realize.
The pace and the yelling are hollowing you out, and you're drinking more just to come down.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.