Though, I didn’t do myself any favors taking the paratrooper approach to my mental illness, I saved my old company major bank by taking the big leap and quitting.
I’d been debating it for over a year, yet nearly everyone in my life insisted I needed to create another path first. Unfortunately, I’m geographically bound and the journalism skill set, for those unwilling to go the public-relations route, is limiting.
Ultimately, however, my dissatisfaction so compounded my illness I simply could not go on. Things broke down — and in a fantastic way. Rather than trying to work the system any longer in my deteriorating condition, I dropped out. Leaping was my last hope. Continue reading
Depression Time 