movingforward

I took a week off work for my recent trip (see previous posts), and then got sick over the weekend and have barely worked this week so far. The thing is, I don't want to go back.

I think I figured out today what the main issue is: I understood that 90% of my role would be centred on certain tasks and responsibilities (that I wanted to do), but that is working out to be only about 20% of it. I did ask for a job description before accepting this role 1.5 years ago (I have been a bit slow to process how I'm feeling about my job haha), but my boss said she didn't really follow it. Honestly, if the ratio was even 50-50, I would be more OK with it. My boss has been in her role for almost 30 years, so she is unlikely to shift the way she does things at this point.

So, here's what I'm thinking of doing. I know that it is going to be difficult to hire a replacement for me (one of our other locations has been looking for two years), and I also don't have another job lined up or even know what to apply for. My thought is to tell my boss that she should start looking for a replacement, but that I will stay until the end of quarter 2 (June 30) if she needs me. This way, both of us have space to explore what we need, but I at least have a definite end date.

Is this a good idea or am I just drawing things out unnecessarily? (Note that while talking about other job options with my sister yesterday I had to cut the conversation off because my anxiety got so bad I almost couldn't breathe.) I don't see my therapist until next week, but we have talked about my stress about work before many times.

#Work #Job #Responsibility #Quit #movingforward #MentalHealth #Depression #Anxiety #ComplexPosttraumaticStressDisorder

Discouraged and giving up on situations I have been praying over, crying out for and believing for the past few years. They are consequences of my mental illness that I have done all I can to rectify, mend and heal for. I guess it just wasn't in the cards. #timetomoveon #movingforward #notsupposedtobethisway #Heartbroken #Itiswhatitis

Hi. I just joined. I have a lot going on in my life and I just can’t talk with people in my circle. I heard about this site and figured I would give it a try. Glad to be here. #Grief #grieving #standingstill #movingforward

I ended up getting the apology from my mom’s husband for being exposed to his addiction among other things, and with all honesty, it didn’t hit me in a way that I thought it would. I had been wanting this for so long, and now that I got it, I’m unfazed by it. Perhaps it might be because I had gotten help to navigate through the past. Maybe it might be the fact that I was looking for that to be the thing to give me some form of freedom… but I already had that the whole time. I didn’t need his acknowledgment in the end because so much has happened and I’ve gotten this far without it. It’s a weird thing, really. I should be happy, but my inner self is really saying,” What am I supposed to do with this?” Not in an angry way, but because I’m confused. #MentalHealth #Depression #BorderlinePersonalityDisorder #movingforward #whatdoidonow

For the last few years, I’ve been grappling with the issue of wanting acknowledgment from my mom’s husband. I’ve had the hardest time not going back to an “empty well” (so to speak) when it comes to this. I even struggle with that when it comes to her. But as of the last few months, in and out of therapy, I’ve been able to get a hold of myself. I had to be very honest with every aspect of myself. From my younger self to my adult self. And the truth is this: I don’t love my step parent and I never did. I went along with all the family stuff because I felt that that was what I was supposed to do. I didn’t talk about my family to anyone in detail because it made me angry. I kept quiet because I was on survival mode both when things were bad and when things were stable. I allowed this “perfect family “ image to last so long because I didn’t want to rock the boat. On top of all of this, I did what I did to keep my mom happy. I had no real identity. I felt restricted, I didn’t even want to invite my friends over (I didn’t really have that option either). After realizing that he is a narcissist, it explained a lot, but it didn’t take away the hurt and frustration. I’ve had three major deaths in my family and he didn’t say a word to me (and we live in the same apartment). In some articles I’ve read about narcissistic step parents, they’ve said that we should show compassion towards them even though they don’t show that they care about us. The truth is, the compassion is no longer in me. I’ve gotten to the point where if I ever got anything out of him, I would no longer want it. I waited this long for some form of a fatherly gesture and I think I can go on without it (from him). I’ve had many stand in male figures in my life that were positive and I welcome those relationships. I’m just over faking it to the rest of the world. #MentalHealth #Depression #BorderlinePersonalityDisorder #NarcissisticPersonalityDisorder #stepparent #movingforward #Grief