I took Juno to the dentist this morning for a check-up, just like I did six months ago.<\/p>\n
It’s not significant or important (except to find out how Juno’s teeth are) but it means that it’s been six months since I quit my job<\/a>.<\/p>\n I don’t regret quitting. I do wish it had played out differently and that I was still there, getting the experience I need to get a job in a Melbourne-based newsroom.<\/p>\n Sigh.<\/p>\n I have some objectivity now and I can say I really didn’t like the person I was in those two months and I certainly didn’t like what it did to Juno. She was so unhappy and confused the whole time which, in turn, made everyone else unhappy. I accept that I should’ve been smarter about it and thought a good deal more before taking the job.<\/p>\n But I was so excited about getting a journalist job. Finally! My dream of being a journo and a writer was going to be fulfilled.<\/p>\n I’ve come to the conclusion that sometimes you really shouldn’t get the things you believe you want, especially in today’s world where journos are treated no more than assets to sell advertising and there is little regard in senior management for the skill required to craft news articles.<\/p>\n Eh hem…<\/p>\n So, it’s been six months.<\/p>\n The day I quit, I told myself (and everyone else) that I’d have a few weeks off to rejuvenate myself and then I would go out to conquer the world!<\/p>\n Except that didn’t happen. The weeks have turned into months and I found myself incapable of doing anything. I simply couldn’t motivate myself to get moving or to make any big decisions at all. The only significant decision I made was to go back to uni to do a Masters.<\/p>\n Essentially I fell in a heap.<\/p>\n I didn’t even really want to ride my bike and that’s usually something I always want to do. It took me quite a while to admit to myself that I was depressed, exhausted, physically and mentally tapped-out. I had nothing left to give and no way to make myself do anything.<\/p>\n Unlike my other experiences of depression, I didn’t feel like all the colour had been sucked out of the world. This time, it’s more about being unable to find the spark to motivate me, to get me moving. I couldn’t summon up the energy to do anything except what I absolutely needed to do. I have never felt so apathetic before.<\/p>\n Of course, one of the hardest things about depression is admitting that’s where you’re at. It’s an insidious disease that traps you in a cycle of feeling unmotivated, sad and unable to move or do anything.<\/p>\n After three months, I finally took myself to see my GP who gave me a script for anti-depressants and a mental health plan so I could see a therapist.<\/p>\n I went into therapy with the approach of being determined to sort it out within the six sessions. This depression has felt different from my prior experiences so I figured maybe a more aggressive approach would work.<\/p>\n And I guess it did.<\/p>\n In one session I brought up the concept of the waiting place which is mentioned in Dr. Seuss’ The Places You’ll Go<\/em>. In the book, it’s not necessarily a good place to be. My interpretation is that it’s a useless space where nothing happens. I felt like I was well and truly stuck in the waiting place and I, at the time, could only see it as a negative thing.<\/p>\n However, my therapist (who is a Gestalt practitioner) told me about a similar concept called the fertile void. It’s also a place of waiting and even nothingness. The difference with this interpretation is that it takes on a positive spin. It’s not necessarily a bad thing to have time to do nothing. It can be a time to restore your energy and get ready for the next big thing that’s coming along. It’s a small thing but it helped me.<\/p>\n I also came to realise that a lot has happened to me in my 40s. I’ve done things that most people would take 10 to 15 years to do but I’ve done them all in about six. It does feel like my life has been progressing in fast-forward. I guess I haven’t really stopped to take stock because I haven’t had the time. The best way to describe is that it feels like my life has been one great big constant Andthen.Andthen.Andthen.Andthen.Andthen.Andthen…<\/p>\n When you throw a small child into the mix whose demands have gone from being very physically based to way more emotionally based, it gets even more complicated. I found myself in a place where I had very little to give and it was all going to Juno.<\/p>\n I still feel like I’m in the waiting place but these days I feel more positive about it. At some point, things will improve and start to go my way. Things have been a bit shit but with some help, I am starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I took Juno to the dentist this morning for a check-up, just like I did six months ago. It’s not significant or important (except to find out how Juno’s teeth are) but it means that it’s been six months since I quit my job. I don’t regret quitting. 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