My husband is hard working with a full time job. I was also hard working with a full time job when we met, and we set-up-shop assuming we would stay a two income family.
Lord only knows I’ve tried. However for the past ten years I’ve averaged two job losses per year. It’s been an exhausting ride.
First there’s the excitement of being offered a new opportunity. Then there’s the success. I am smart and often capable, which calls for thankful employers and great praise. While both my employer and I hope for “a good fit”, workplaces then trigger delusional paranoia and inappropriate or at least dramatic behavior on my part. Work makes plotting or at least recognizing my high and low points impossible.
After all this trial, holding a full time job is no longer possible. Pulling this life change off is not easy. It’s not even really possible, financially. We’ve dramatically reduced our lifestyle obligations and thanks to a decent credit score, we bugger on. My husband and I are both faithful things will change for our household, but we’re currently unsure how. Regardless, I’ve begun the process of recovering full time. Hopefully this path will support us all in a better way.
My days are busy earnestly managing our household and parenting our son. For six months I’ve lived a healthful, peaceful hiatus from work. I’m at a new baseline. Life without working is potentially saving my life. Explosive work environments have in the past led down slippery slops to acute mania or depression – both with psychosis, which is horribly scary and makes painful ways for stopping the madness understandable.
Thankfully, now I’m in a good place. Even on a bad day, life is pretty good. I believe this is in part due to more day-to-day routine, calm and time for joy. I have the space to see the middle-of-the road moods before they can fester into something more serious. For example I got a little irritable the other day. Since this can be a symptom of mania, I focused on the mood development while meeting with my psychologist. Usually in counseling I make myself feel better by recounting the wonders of my life. Today I’m straightforward and grounded — self aware and proactive. In my current recovery, therapy actually makes a difference. My therapist and I learned that I’ve been healthfully irritable. It all makes good, logical sense. That said, we’ll watch it. Thanks to my less rigorous calendar and my husband’s health insurance, I have an appointment next week.
In the past, after an episode, I’ve missed the mania or felt remorse for the things I’ve done or said. In remission living a life of recovery, my healthy mind reminds me that self-care maintains a life worth living. Not a life worth ending. Rising from years of trauma has been a painful process, but I am able to hold my head high and nurture improved self worth. Potential episodes would probably be warded off or more manageable now so I’m less fearful of the future. Ultimately, I know triggered episodes and my consequent behavior are not my fault. My mental illness is to blame. If only my diagnoses earned a paycheck.
I can totally relate to this article. I too have problems working due to my anxiety, depression and PTSD. I can do the jobs with no problem, but my thoughts go sideways and everything goes bad real fast. I took almost a year off from working to focus on myself and my health. I fell into a really deep depression, and my agoraphobia got really bad. A few months ago I started attending yoga, meditation and reiki classes and it’s helped me to heal like nothing else has before. I feel stronger mentally and physically than I ever have. Even my husband has commented on my growth and how far I’ve come. It’s been hard only having one income coming in. I decided recently to try working again and found a low stress job that’s only 2 hours a day Mon-Fri and I’m praying it goes well. I have had over 22 jobs in the last 13 years. This job will let me still do all my yoga classes and self-healing and let me still work on me. I truly think though taking this past year to work on me was the best, healthiest and most loving thing I could do for myself.
I totally related to this article. I have always been an over achiever – every employer’s dream employee. But, only for awhile. The high I get from the interviewing process and then the anxiety trying to maintain the facade of even being qualified for the position – eventually lead me eventually to quit the job. I love the wearing of the high powered suit and fancy office and big paycheck. I loath myself for pretending I could even carry on such a charade for an extended period of time. I too have been full time unemployed now for three years and never felt better. Thanks to a working supportive husband I am able to do so.