Obviously I’ve been out of commission for a bit. I finally crashed and burned. For the first time that I can remember, Liz did not land on her feet… A friend of mine from college used to say that she thought I was blessed because I somehow always landed on my feet.
Well, I think that streak is over. It was a good long run, but, as with all good things, it had to come to an end.
That’s not to say that all is lost: Life is actually looking up for me. The job situation is quite over. With the school year wrapping up, and me still technically on medical leave, it’s time to start looking at summer jobs and to cement my plans for next year. Obviously, given the bizarre turn of events for me of late, I
probably definitely won’t be returning to the school I taught at this year. I have a few options, and I’m exploring all of them.
In other news, I have found that I have really amazing friends. While I allowed myself to fall very far down into a depressive black hole, they’ve been there to check on me, and to let me talk, even if most of my talk was just to ramble on about how little I understood about my situation. I was confused as to how it got so bad.
I’m also aware that from an outside perspective, it’s not that bad. I have a roof over my head, a family that loves me (although we don’t always know how to show it to each other), friends who are actually there for me in a crisis, and probably lots of other things that I should be thankful for.