I had to answer this question in my last interview. At the time I couldn’t answer because I didn’t knew exactly what drove me in life.
Later I remembered my anxiety of doing nothing in life, I just took long walks to think what I wanted to do in life, at the time I was considering biotech a lot, although I didn’t had any college degree.
In my biochem days there’s when I started to feel that some higher force was making me do the stuff that I did, I say higher force although I’m not saying it was a religious one, tbh I think my voices acted like a 2nd mom making me feel unwell when I didn’t did anything productive with my day. I had all the reasons to give up, and even so I finished and I still think it wasn’t my motivation to finish that helped me, because I didn’t had any.
In the end I came to the conclusion that what drove me was health, the memories of those anxiety days were terrible and I did everything I could not to feel it again, or at least not as much. To be fair I couldn’t say that I don’t want to feel unwell from not working, so maybe it was better to say I didn’t knew.
So if this question popped up in your interview, what would you say? Honest replies are also appreciated, I’m not hiring anyone
My answer would have been that I like to improve upon myself. Whenever I do something that is better than I use to do it it makes me feel good about myself.
I don’t know, one of these questions which can only be answered on a personal level, like “why we are here ?”, “What is the meaning of life ?”, “What is the purpose of our life ?”, like animals we wake up each day and have to satisfy our thirst and hunger, looking after our loved ones. Maybe its the bliss of selfactualisation, living towards a safe future.
Things at random honestly. Something will catch my imagination and off I go. I’m not particularly concerned about food, clothing, housing, I’m ahem “high functioning” enough to have them all sorted out, plus I’ve been homeless so I can do that too if necessary. So my (addled) mind leads me, and I have no clue where it’s going to lead me. I love music, but my brain will pull me to pieces that are far away from something I would choose, yet I love it. My mind doesn’t take orders from me.
I got nothing else to do but work, but getting near the end for me. Mind wants to keep going, body has other ideas, but the drive is to keep a roof over my head and live somewhat of a decent life
Addiction and behaviour. I’m stuck in life. But I can’t live something else. Every day is the same repetetive day since years. It’s hard to see that I’m uncapable of certain things I used to be able to do before my first psychosis.
