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Kick Henry Jackassowski
Much mojo to you.
Much Mojo. I can definitely relate. I've lived my whole life with chronic major depressive disorder and anxiety off the charts. The depression part responds to some meds in varying degrees but haven't found one that has a big impact or that doesn't lose it's effectiveness after a few months. The anxiety laughs in the face of meds. 3 daily doses of Clonopin and Quitepine don't even make a dent.
I could write a book on self-sabotage. If there's a way to undermine my own best interests, I'll find it and flog it. This is why I never could last in corporate America, or work for anyone else for very long before I tossed a grenade and fell victim to the shrapnel.
On the bright side, it's what pushed me into writing and music as a means to support myself without answering to anyone. It wasn't easy, and the odds were stacked against me, but I caught some lucky breaks and the rest is history.
Unfortunately, being financially stable and being free from the pitfalls and challenges of working a regular job had no affect on the depression or anxiety. Such is the viciousness of the illness.
Do your best to manage. If there's an opportunity to try and save the job, be contrite and honest. It may be what makes the difference. Some companies even offer help for employees that suffer these demons.
Best wishes and sincere mojo.