Unemployment time

Some time has pasted between the last post and this next one. I worked for a while at the doctors office, got really good at hiding my feeling while I was at work. Everyone said I was doing much better. But I came home and cried everyday. Things never got better there...only much worse. 

So I quit...with no job to fall back on and no insurance. But I just couldn't do it anymore. I have questioned whether or not it was the right decision many times, but always come back to the same conclusion: it was killing me and I couldn't breathe. 

After being unemployed for several months, I got a temporary part time job helping schools. 

I had hoped it would be better...and it was...but I came to realize that it was not the job or the environment...it was me. I was still crying and still having panic attacks.