I Told

This is another catch up article. This event happened a couple of weeks ago but I have been so busy that I haven’t had time to write.

My friends are the only people that know that I suffer from depression, anxiety, OCD, and trichotillomania. They found out completely by accident a couple of years ago. They have been pretty supportive and helpful during my low periods.

Now that I have moved away though, they encouraged me to tell someone. They decided since I did not feel comfortable telling my parents (my mom would probably tell everyone) that I should tell the aunt and uncle I used to live with during the summer. After all, they are like second parents to me.

I did not understand why anybody needed to know. After all, my friends only found out on accident. But I told my friends that I would attempt to tell them sometime.

Finally, the time came. They saw my fidget spinner and started playing with it. I explained that it was for trichotillomania. Then, I said that I suffer from anxiety and depression. I completely forgot about OCD. Surprisingly, they were very supportive and agreed not to tell my parents. They told me about someone in their family that had depression and were ok with me taking medication and seeing someone.

I immediately told my friends when I finished telling my aunt and uncle and they were very happy for me. It is just one of the many big events that I have experienced this summer where I have had to face my fears.


New Job

My life has been a mess lately. This summer has literally been a disaster and due to all of that, my writing (both my blog and my fiction writing) have been pushed aside. I will try to catch everyone up with my life as I attempt to understand my life and try to put it back together.

I guess the big thing that has happened in my life recently is that I got a job. After applying for over 200 jobs on Indeed, turning down some interviews because I was still teaching this spring, attending a few interviews this summer and getting rejected, I finally found a job. And brace yourselves; it is a teaching job.

I know that I gave teaching up last spring. I had honestly had it with the small town and with my students (even though they were good kids). Three years of teaching was good enough for me.

However, I struggled to find a job. Like I said, I applied for over 200 jobs on Indeed and got very little feedback. In fact, I attended some interviews where they never called me back. I even attended an interview that lasted five minutes. With all the frustration there, I decided to apply to some schools.

I actually had a couple of interviews at schools before I finally got a job in my home state in a large city (not the same city as the amusement park) at a Christian school. Maybe being in a large city will change my opinion of teaching. I actually am pretty excited.