I should be upset, or surprised. But I guess I knew the writing was on the wall.
And honestly? This is the best I've felt in years. We have some savings because we'd planned to buy a house this year, and I have some interviews lined up. We'll be okay financially.
I have time for side projects, time to work on my art, got a Redbubble & a Mercari set up. God, I have the energy to play with my kids. We're eating dinner at home, I may start baking again. We have time for budgeting and actual conversations beyond “Work was exhausting, I love you, goodnight”
I know this time can't last, but god I wish it could. To just exist with my family and work on passion projects? Its like a dream. My anxiety and depression are so much better, I have a sex drive again. Its so shocking to realize how much of my mental health was being drained by work, and not just me being mentally ill.
Something's gotta give. We can't exist like this anymore. No one should feel this bad from work. Losing your job shouldn't feel like a relief.