4 years ago I thought I was doing the right thing. I had just graduated college at the top of my class, I had an amazing girlfriend, just bought a house and had a job in my field. Now, it’s all gone.
Only 3 months after, I got fired from my first job. Never found out why, just got an email after work one day. I spiraled into a depression that lasted even after I got another job (I was unemployed for around 6 months.) To this day I believe I was hired cause my girlfriend worked there and everyone loved her. I wasn’t good enough to be a designer (what I majored in in college,) so they put me in a different department where I felt totally unprepared.
By the time the panini started I had gained 60lbs. When the market was goin nuts, my gf and I decided to sell the house and go live the #buslife. Well, we sold it and moved to an apartment near work. By this point my mental health was destroyed but I had hope.
I’m not gonna lie, my work suffered. I spoke to HR, my supervisor, and even the CEO about my mental health and was always assured that “we’re family, anything you need, we know how hard this must be.”
That was a lie…
2 months after moving 2 blocks from work. I was called in for a meeting and fired by a new HR person that I’d never met. I sobbed and ran home where my gf consoled me for about 10 minutes then ran to work herself and quit on the spot. A couple weeks later my gf starts reconciling with an old friend. She goes to visit (friend) for a week. When she got back, she dumped me, then turned around and left.she also made me pack up her stuff and pay her so that was a fun end to the relationship.
So here I am. Living in my childhood bedroom with my parents. I really thought I had the dream. Now I have no self-esteem, my mental health is garbage and I never want to work again. How did this happen to me?!?
Does it really get any better? Do I seriously have to work for the rest of my life?