I know what you're thinking, and no, I'm not qualified to help you with your anxiety, nor will I try to. I'm a banker, not a therapist.
What I really want to address is the insane amount of threads being posted about anxiety in the workplace.
Look, I know that you guys all worked your ass off to sit in the seat you're in, but trust me when I say this, no job is worth physically and mentally crippling yourself for. This is a job, not an identity. No matter how hard you worked for it, it's not worth forcing yourself through mental anguish for 10-16+ hours a day for the sake of making six figures. The real money comes down the line, but if crushing spreadsheets and aligning PowerPoints makes you anxious, then how do you think the pressure of needing to originate deals in order to keep your job will feel?
I get that it's scary to try something else, as I know that a lot of you have thought of nothing but IB since freshman year (sometimes even before that), but there is a lot more out there than being an excel monkey (I say this as an excel monkey).
If this job is really that stressful, making you that worried, that anxious, please do yourself a favor and try something else. If not that, at least take a break for a while to get some perspective.
I'm not trying to sound preachy or whatever, but honestly, it's crazy to me that for some on this website everything hinges on their job. Try something new, travel, hang out with friends, work a shitty mindless job and spend your free time gaining a little bit of perspective. Because I can guarantee that if you don't, you will eventually burnout and leave the industry before the work you do actually matters, and the real money starts rolling in.
At some point in everyone's life, their health becomes their primary concern. Don't let that be when you're relegated to a hospital bed with some sort of stress induced heart condition or when you're being faced with a life of chronic anxiety from forcing yourself to stay in a job/field that doesn't fit with who you are.
I had a banker tell me that "the only reason he sleeps at night is through the aid of alcohol" while in a one on one coffee chat.
A banker couple (one of which were an MD and both only spoke English) had a child. Neither wanted to scarify their career so they got a nanny (who was bilingual). The child's first words where in Spanish. The parents were horrified at how badly they mismanaged the development of the own kid.
After failing to kill myself, my first call wasn't to my family - but to a guy I work with to let him know I would be "leaving for a while and to cancel my meetings" as I was in the hospital.
It is not worth it. We are not our jobs. Don't lose the war just to win one battle.
Hot Take: Let's not talk about mental health. Let's shut the fuck up about it already. See a shrink or tell a confidante and figure it out but good christ am I sick of hearing people's self-diagnoses and excuses for their shitty traits.