I got a job, a horrible job at United Furniture Warehouse that literally made me contemplate suicide. I realized then that I was not managing my anxiety or depression well and that the job was going to cause me to harm myself. Luckily, I have a fantastic partner who told me to quit because he hated seeing me come home in tears everyday.
So, after five months, I quit. Best thing I could have done for myself.
I applied for one job at a college while also applying for medical EI. And what do you know? I got it!
It was my dream job in a lot of ways, or at least the gate way to my dream job. I make a difference in people's lives and help people with no education or skills get educated and better their circumstances. It's very fulfilling. Plus, I absolutely love my coworkers and my supervisor is the best one could ask for. I also make roughly twice what I made at UFW.
So all in all, I am alive and thriving. Dealing with health issues and my inability to not binge, but I'm slowly working on it.