I’ve had a great lifeI used to love life. I was optimistic, happy, a little crazy and always up to something.
I was always making my dreams come true, I pet a tiger, rode an elephant, skydived, surfed in California and became a certified diver. I was a sailor. I had a successful career in IT and a great job that allowed me to travel.
Life was freakin’ fantastic!
I was managing a team of 70 people and I found I didn’t have time to talk to anyone at work anymore. Hell, I didn’t even know some of the people on my team – they were just numbers.
I was always saying I don’t have time for anything. I was always on the run and extinguishing fires, without time to properly plan improvements.
I thought I was indestructible
I thought I was indestructible.
I was a vice president of a canine search and rescue organization, devoting 30 hours a week to that, and I also had my demanding job.
I was fine.
Even though my back suddenly went out and I had to be on sick leave for 2 weeks.
When I was taking bathroom breaks, it seemed like such a waste of time!
I was fine.
But then I started suffering from memory loss.
I couldn’t remember meetings, decisions, people.
I felt so unprofessional! I figured I’d reached my limits, I was not a good manager, others were just better than me. But if I just go on, I will learn, get better and catch up with them.
I started doubting my career path, I didn’t want to do what I was doing anymore, but I never thought of quitting. I wanted to slow down, but I couldn’t – I had to work work work.
I was convinced they wouldn’t be able to cope without me, so many things depended on me. I was indispensable, so I had to work work work!
I never had the time to stop
I never had the time to stop and think about my future – I just went on. Besides, what else was there? I was an IT engineer and a manager – so I would have to work in IT forever, right?
And then one Monday I simply didn’t get up from bed. I suddenly realized it was 2 pm, I was still in my pajamas under the cover and I had no intention and no strength to go to work.
The next day I was diagnosed with depression.
What followed were 18 months of pajamas, sweat pants, no social gatherings, no travels, loneliness, 20 extra pounds and a couple of very difficult questions.
Suddenly my biggest success was to get out of bed.
Suddenly I had no idea who I was anymore.
Suddenly I couldn’t plan anything. I couldn’t trust myself. I lost all my power.
Long story short – I got back on my feet. I quit my job. I started a new career and my own business. I moved back closer to my family and friends.
I appreciate life on a completely different level. I’m stronger, wiser, calmer, more confident, successful, happy. And very glad everything that happened to me, happened.
I was extremely lucky to end up where I am today. To get out of the black hole of depression and be reborn.
I experienced it all to share it with the world and warn you, brilliant souls. You don’t have to go down that path. There’s always a way out and it doesn’t have to lead through hell.
STOP. Think. Live.
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