Hey everyone. This is going to be a long (and potentially rambling) one.
You have been forewarned. Enter the void, ye of solid morals and faith.
Just checking in. I understand that certain things I'd said in my most recent update had been alarming for many to read... quite frankly, I was, in fact, in the state of mind that you'd been worried I may be in.
On a 1-10 of the "Just Do It" scale, I was on an 8.5 or 9. WW stopped me, and I spent the following day broken down sobbing on the phone for hours to a woman who is [essentially] my godmother.
Since then, I've been pushing myself to baby-step myself back up the helix.
The epiphany that I'd had which got me to be able to start getting back over the hump is as follows:
My employer was actively betraying and abusing me which, in turn, was giving more strength and power to the pain from the 1-6-20 TT-DDay than was otherwise warranted.
With the help of our MC, my IC & two mentors that I hold very highly of, I had been able to make this decision and understand why it was so important to do so.
Realizing that I was being actively betrayed professionally while learning to cope with the fallout from being betrayed personally was pushing me further and further into the downward spiral and gave the TT more power than it deserved. I even ended up skipping out on a professional event that I was cohosting because I was unable to get out of bed. That was when I had the light-bulb moment of clarity.
I, therefore, resigned from said position so I can focus on self-care & getting a role that (even if it ends up being a lower-level position) will be stable, less time spent out on the road, and working for mutually loyal people/company culture. I did so respectfully, touted familial stressors as opposed to telling the CEO (who I reported directly to) that he's a lying sack of shit dangling an ant-covered carrot in front of his employees, and we ended things amicably and with good tidings both ways.
The first week of being home was horrendous. Even though I had a huge weight taken off my shoulders and I was excited for the future (for the first time in a long time), I still was totally and utterly depressed. Bed-ridden, showerless, grungy & withdrawn. I ate when WW begged me to, kept my distance from everyone (including our kids) since I was ashamed to let them see me in such a pathetic state.
On top of everything, our 3yo DD is close to being "expelled" from "pre-preschool" (self-glorified babysitters who can't handle a class of 18 3yo's) unless we get her services. The "teacher calls and texts both WW and I throughout every freaking day to passive-aggressively demand updates. She's got the nerve to tell us that she "needs to see parents trying and making obtaining services the number 1 top priority." Fuck you, you quasi-babysitter. Show me your degree in Early Education, Special Education or Psychology & stop suggesting that "maybe DD has strep in the brain."
Yeah... she actually suggested that. Strep in the goddam brain. Fuckin' tool.
Anyway, this week has been better... I've been meditating again, I've been getting up in the morning and not going back to sleep. I've been making calls regarding positions - and I may already have gotten a new job lined up! ^•^
I've been trying to force myself to eat & have also been trying to force myself to get outside, but haven't been very successful in either regard (other than a very few times.
I do, however, have a "spa day" planned with my best friend for this coming week, as he offered to drag my ass in there for steamrooming, hot tubbing and decompressing.
I am also actively planning this coming month's event. Not only will I be going, but WW has asked to come along. She was always "meh" about them & shied away in the past when I invited her to come, but she wants to come along to give me moral support while being able to finally see how I interact with people and take control of a room.
Speaking of WW, she has decided that she will start posting on SI again (she'd gotten attacked far more than she could handle at the time) because she realizes that she needs to ramp up the speed & intensity of her ongoing work and efforts before the tower of our M crumbles into dust.
Again, thank you all for listening & for all of the support and advice you've continued to give me for almost a year.
My Gd... in 4 days, it's going to be 1 year since DDay #1. I guess I should plan to do a 1 year update post on that day in General, but for those of you who've been with me from the very beginning... you deserved a much more detailed & thorough update. Yeah, there's some bad shit being mentioned... but also (IMHO) some good things mixed in as well. And it's the good that I've gotta continue focusing on so that the bad becomes powerless over my present & future.
Hugs to all.