Using a burner account for this one just in case.
I’ve had a tough time after Covid. As much as I want to be able to go to the office, make friends and socialize I just can’t. I have crippling anxiety and as of recent, I’ve noticed myself start to slide back into a depressed state.
I’ve asked multiple times to continue to work from home. I used reason, facts and numbers and even briefly mentioned my mental health on one occasion when asking to delay a client visit (something that was not necessary or in my job description).
I was met with allot of hostility, they started to bring up things about my job that made no sense because all of their concerns had nothing to do with me. I could tell right away they were trying to find reasons to discipline and decline my requests to work remotely.
One of our best people on the team just left because of this and I figured that would make them more receptive.
Apparently they decided to double down on their stupidity.
They brought me into the office because I didn’t show up for two weeks(I was still working and in close contact with all my clients). Instead of asking what was wrong, when I walked into the meeting, they fired me on the spot.
I have been in late stage talks with other companies, because I had a feeling they were trying to do this, but I have not gotten another offer yet. And I set up my first therapy session in June so that I can try to get out of this funk.
I feel like I gave them every opportunity to see my side of things and even put a step forward in seeking therapy so that hopefully I can figure out how to live/work post-Covid.
Yet here I am, terminated as the main bread-winner for my family, with my wedding coming up in a couple of months that’s now in jeopardy and a therapy session coming up that was supposed mark the beginning of me getting my life back on track.
Idk if this will reach anyone but I just needed to vent. I wish mental health wasn’t so stigmatized, I wish the “office culture” they wanted us to come back to was actually inclusive of everyone, especially after such a strange and extreme couple of years. I wish I knew what the next few months holds for me and I wish I knew if I was going to be able to pay for the dream wedding we planned. I hope my fiancé doesn’t resent me for this, although I know she’ll say she doesn’t. I just hope I can make it out of this alive.