JJL
09-29-2005, 02:05 PM
I thought I had my quarter-life crisis a year ago, but it has continued on for longer than anticipated.
I graduated university in '02, landed an awesome corporate job in community relations, and got engaged to my high school sweetheart, all at the age of 22. Life was grand. We got married the next year and I loved my fast-paced job, despite the fact I was working for a passive aggressive boss who constantly made me feel bad about myself.
I have suffered from mild depression all my life, but in university, I went on meds to control it. I would have episodes where I couldn't get out of bed, would cry all day, etc -- but the meds seemed to be working.
Fast forward to after the wedding. My husband was offered a contract overseas and I decided to stay at home and continue with my good corporate job. It wasn't what I wanted, but it was the best thing for us.
My husband returned 6 months later (i got to visit for a while, which was awesome) but things had gone sour at my job. My boss was making my life a living hell and my health was suffering. I was having panic attacks and was hospitalized with severe heart palpitations. I quit my job, thinking that if I could get out of this situation, I would be fine.
After spending the summer of '04 moping around, feeling down because I was unemployed, my husband had an opportunity to move down south to work. We packed up everything we had and drove down there, just for him to be let go after 3 weeks. We gave up everything we had and suddenly, we had nothing but ourselves and our cat. We drove home with our collective tails between our legs and moved into my parents basement.
Since now my husband was more depressed than I was about life, I went on the offensive and landed a 6 month contract at my old corporate company. We found a new apartment and moved out of my parents basement. He sulked for a couple months while I worked hard, keeping the bills paid, and finally, landed an awesome job.
When my contract was up, I decided to take a job in the non-profit sector, thinking that a change of pace from the corporate world would be good for me. I've now been here for 6 months and I'm miserable at the tender age of 25.
I don't know why.
All I want to do is travel. I want to be anywhere but here. I love my husband and our life together (we now have a cute little house) and dream about having a family together, but all I want to do right now is get the hell out of here. I don't want to work in an office for 8 hours a day, even if it is for a good cause. I don't want to worry about money or anything -- I just want to go out and explore the world.
I should be so happy. I have a great partner in life, a wonderful home, an income, a great education, but I hate working. I hate it with a passion. I spent 4 years working so hard in post-secondary for what? To be miserable?
Has anyone else been through something similar? How do you get through the days?
I graduated university in '02, landed an awesome corporate job in community relations, and got engaged to my high school sweetheart, all at the age of 22. Life was grand. We got married the next year and I loved my fast-paced job, despite the fact I was working for a passive aggressive boss who constantly made me feel bad about myself.
I have suffered from mild depression all my life, but in university, I went on meds to control it. I would have episodes where I couldn't get out of bed, would cry all day, etc -- but the meds seemed to be working.
Fast forward to after the wedding. My husband was offered a contract overseas and I decided to stay at home and continue with my good corporate job. It wasn't what I wanted, but it was the best thing for us.
My husband returned 6 months later (i got to visit for a while, which was awesome) but things had gone sour at my job. My boss was making my life a living hell and my health was suffering. I was having panic attacks and was hospitalized with severe heart palpitations. I quit my job, thinking that if I could get out of this situation, I would be fine.
After spending the summer of '04 moping around, feeling down because I was unemployed, my husband had an opportunity to move down south to work. We packed up everything we had and drove down there, just for him to be let go after 3 weeks. We gave up everything we had and suddenly, we had nothing but ourselves and our cat. We drove home with our collective tails between our legs and moved into my parents basement.
Since now my husband was more depressed than I was about life, I went on the offensive and landed a 6 month contract at my old corporate company. We found a new apartment and moved out of my parents basement. He sulked for a couple months while I worked hard, keeping the bills paid, and finally, landed an awesome job.
When my contract was up, I decided to take a job in the non-profit sector, thinking that a change of pace from the corporate world would be good for me. I've now been here for 6 months and I'm miserable at the tender age of 25.
I don't know why.
All I want to do is travel. I want to be anywhere but here. I love my husband and our life together (we now have a cute little house) and dream about having a family together, but all I want to do right now is get the hell out of here. I don't want to work in an office for 8 hours a day, even if it is for a good cause. I don't want to worry about money or anything -- I just want to go out and explore the world.
I should be so happy. I have a great partner in life, a wonderful home, an income, a great education, but I hate working. I hate it with a passion. I spent 4 years working so hard in post-secondary for what? To be miserable?
Has anyone else been through something similar? How do you get through the days?