Hi All,
I don't even know if I am doing this right. I tried to start a new thread, but this is the only way I could figure out where to start.
For close to 7 years, I was a District Sales Manager with Maytag Appliances here in Miami calling on large national account retailers. I adored my job; did it well; was compensated nicely; and could come and go as I pleased as long as the work was done. It was an outside-on-the-road job, and I loved it. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't perfect, but my ENTIRE identity and self-worth were wrapped up in that job.
In 2004, Maytag began to fail financially. I had just completed my undergraduate degree online, and I became obsessed with getting out of there before the company was sold and I was laid-off. Keep in mind, this was all in my head, even though the company WAS sold. (I should point out here that I have had a problem with impulse control my entire life and am a recovering alcoholic and drug addict, sober 11 years).
This past February, I found a great job with an industry-leading fashion plumbing company for more money and a company car and a great Regional and sales team. I left Maytag, doing my best work until the very end.
Then, something happened inside me. I don't know whether something snapped; whether I had a mental breakdown, or what: I became an uncontrollable ball of nerves and anxiety; unable to sleep; severely depressed; horribly insecure, and afraid of my own shadow. I have always been prone to nervous anxiety, but in the past fear had fueled me, not immobilized or crippled me.
It got so bad that when I would go to corporate for training, they would call my boss and tell him I was stressing really badly. He called me and asked what he and the company could do to help; and offerred the Employee Assistance Program. Afraid of being fired, I told him I would continue to give him my best, but that I would go to a therapist and my physician for help first so I wouldn't have to miss any work.
The company was perfectly happy with the job I was doing; and constantly told me it would take me two years on the learning curve to feel comfortable, and that that was normal.
But my head was out of control.
I went to a psychologist, and my physician put me on antidepressants. My symptoms got worse. Convulsions at night and in the mornings, coupled with night sweats and shivering and shaking. I couldn't buy a night's sleep.
This went on for four months. Finally, I was put on a second antidepressant that would work with the one I took in the morning to help me sleep, and ALL I wanted to DO was sleep...but worse, I believe both of them together muddled my thoughts and my decision-making process.
In June, rationalizing that if I stayed on this job I would drink again or die, I quit abruptly, and away went my family's health benefits (I am also type 2 diabetic). Well, if I thought things were bad then......I basically bungee-jumped without having a cord on.
Thankfully, my wife earns a good living and manages our money well so we are not in mortal danger yet. YET. But I am consumed with guilt and remorse at my selfish stupidity and lack of impulse control; and for putting myself and my family in such a horrible position when all I had to do was call my boss and say, "I am having some problems and need to take advantage of the Employee Assistance Program" instead of quitting.
I have been actively looking for work since the day I left, but I am resigned to the fact that I am probably going to end up working retail at Home Depot just to grab something and have some money coming in from my end and to get benefits after 90 days because the job market is not good here in Miami. I have a stack of resumes I have submitted on my desk that is over 3" thick.
Worse still, I am so guilt-ridden and depressed that I have had thoughts of killing myself, but I would never do that and harm my wife or my family in that way; but then, who thought I would ever harm them by quitting my job like I did?
IF ANYONE OUT THERE HAS ANY WORDS OF HOPE THEY CAN OFFER ME, PLEASE POST HERE OR EMAIL ME AT: wizardofosrin@aol.com
I feel as though I used to be 'somebody', and now I have gone and thrown it all away and am 'nobody'. Worse still, I have no confidence in myself because of what I did, and am living in a constant state of fear and anxiety that at times is simply crushing.
P-L-E-A-S-E H-E-L-P