I edited and submitted for a contest at work something I wrote about depression in 2014. Since I work for a great company I was contacted by corporate employees asking if I was okay and if I knew resources available through the company.
Yet another reason to sing the praises of the multibillion dollar company of which I’m a mere peon.
It lead to a conversation with my store manager where he said to me he told them I’d tell him if I were struggling.
I don’t know if I’d tell him in the moment.
I know I’d tell him after. I have told him after, but as much as I trust and admire him I don’t think I’d tell him in crisis.
This all led to me thinking about who I would tell in the moment. … That list is short.
You don’t have to fret as my Talking Head Shrink makes the cut for who I tell in the moment. A person or two who reads this might be on my list. But. As someone who’s done inpatient hospitalization I’m reluctant to admit out loud when I’m struggling.
Don’t take it personally. It’s a lot of trust to tell someone that despite having the job you want for the company you want for the bosses you want that something is so radically wrong it might be time to call it quits.
Thankfully that has only happened once since being where I am. And I’m thankful for the company and bosses I work for every day. Just remember it can and does happen to everyone and anyone. Patience and love are the best things to offer up. I know without those I’d be long gone.
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