LIFE UPDATE: Unemployment!

Alas, we have reached the end of another life chapter. A long-awaited verdict came in yesterday morning and I can now announce that I am now unemployed. The finality of this decision is just starting to sink in, twenty-four hours later, but I have had the loving support of family and friends to help lessen the blow. An additional bonus is the flurry of supportive messages I unexpectedly received today from my former colleagues, who hadn’t expected my abrupt departure.

I am fondly reflecting on the amazing connections I have made with people over the last year and a bit, and also looking back on the skills I’ve acquired as well as finessed during my time as an editorial associate. I have worked very, very hard within this role and know wholeheartedly that I gave my all to the position, and so I am able to move forward with the full awareness that I committed myself as an employee and took advantage of all learning opportunities extended to me.

It is a particularly difficult time to be without work: COVID-19 is a rollercoaster ride and has only further complicated the process of snagging interviews and putting your best foot forward for new (very elusive) opportunities. That being said, I am grateful to be in circumstances that don’t necessitate putting immense amounts of pressure/stress on myself in order to snap up another role ASAP (though my brain will do this anyhow, as that’s just how I roll). I am privileged to be living at home without a mortgage to pay off or mouths to feed, and I stealthily made contingency savings so that I can still make some plans for when lockdown has been rescinded and “normal” life resumes. It is important to have things to look forward to, especially as a hermit with agoraphobic tendencies at a time like this!

My resolve is to focus on my wellbeing and to fill my time doing what I always do: read, write and pick up some new skills/qualifications while I have the time. Everything is impermanent and my goal is to remember that this rule also applies to unemployment, no matter how frustrated or deflated I may feel by the ongoing rejection of fruitless applications.

I have heard every cliche in the book and I am reassured by the words, as cheesy as they may be. I know from past experience that I have managed to navigate periods of unemployment, and that I will come out of this stronger if I take care of myself and don’t let the underconfidence fester. “Everything happens for a reason” and “as one door closes, another opens”. But most importantly, and without trivialising the gratification a career can provide a person (I’m all too aware!), it is crucial to remember that the world has not stopped turning due to unemployment as a job is just a job. My dad put this beautifully into perspective yesterday as he gave me the one-on-one cheerleader pep-talk that only dads can give: the end of a job isn’t the end of a life, this could very well be an opportunity in disguise. So I am trying my very hardest to look at this situation with only positivity, as that’s all I want to receive, in turn, from the universe.

If COVID-19 has taught me anything, it is that there are twists and turns galore in life, and that we can’t take for granted the essential things like health, wellbeing and love. I may be unemployed but I have nothing but love behind me, and with that I am invincible! I am looking forward to the challenges and opportunities ahead.

Lockdown #3: The End of the Tunnel?

I haven’t written anything in a while. My mental health hasn’t been great.

I’ve definitely felt a significant shift in mood and anxiety levels over the last lockdown and I don’t think I’m alone on that front. The novelty of lockdown has finally worn out for the majority of people, who have paused their lives and had to make-do with the omnishambles of less-than-ideal backdrops for meetings, exercising with Joe Wicks instead of the usual PT at the gym and straddling a newfound role as the novice teacher-parent alongside employment. This last hurdle has seen us muck our way through the festive season without the usual cheer and the longer, colder days have been brutal on the collective wellbeing. It’s no surprise that the British public have welcomed Boris Johnson’s announcement of the roadmap, outlining the forecasted milestone relaxation measures in the months ahead. It has become a glimmer of hope that indicates we’re on the road back to “normality” with a provisional end-date in sight and this seems to have lifted the gloom for some. Restaurants and pubs are already booked and busy, with online reservations flying out as people try to look ahead and plan for a summer of relative freedom.

When the roadmap was announced, I didn’t feel cautious optimism (and neither have others, to my reassurance). I saw the flurry of memes about June 21st and felt a bit sick, to be honest. After a whole year of working at home, trying to cope with fluctuating mental health, and barely seeing family and friends, the idea of a real, normal life is almost dreamlike these days. I try to remember details of that 9-5 existence like commuting, crossing paths with strangers and talking to random people while the kettle boils in the staff kitchen. Then outside of work, actually using the weekend to see family and social occasions like eating out with friends, going to gigs and getting rounds in at the pub etc. There’s a sense of disbelief: did I really used to do those things, without a care in the world, a few years ago? When I reflect, It almost feels like I’m just watching a film of someone else’s life.

I understand this all probably sounds ultra dramatic, but you have to understand, dear reader, that I’ve effectively been out of action now for 2 years. The first year was due to stress-related burnout and agoraphobia, while the second year was more the global response to a raging, unforeseen pandemic. Yet somehow, they’ve blended together into 1 block, with the 3 months of “real life” that I experienced (sandwiched somewhere in the middle) effectively lost in the ether, those massive personal accomplishments of getting a job, graduating, commuting every day and travelling to Mexico just erased entirely. This is a significant wedge of time that I’ve spent curled up like a dead spider on a shelf, and it makes me feel all the more apprehensive about finding a daily rhythm again.

The very idea of all these micro-events are overwhelming now. I’ve had to stop thinking about the future, a.k.a anything beyond the 24-hour stretch ahead of me, because it fills me with dread. I find myself catastrophising the transition back to “normality”, worrying about whether I am even capable of living that life again without days riddled by panic attacks and blister packs of mood-stabilising pills. I try to smile when loved ones talk about all the exciting things we’ll finally be able to do this summer, but my guts are twisted inside and a voice in my head tells me that regardless of lockdown being relaxed, I won’t be able to do these things. I worry I will not be able to cope again and I will be left behind as everybody else seamlessly rejoins the rat race and busy, bustling routine. I worry that I’m too sensitive and broken to be able to masquerade as “normal”, to interact with others as naturally as I once was able to.

Realistically, I know this unhelpful thought process to be completely a product of my anxiety, which has only festered without the opportunity to directly face my fears head-on. Despite a recent blog post celebrating my antidepressants-free lifestyle, I’ve actually had to go back onto medication as I hit an extraordinary slump of fatigue, low mood and fraught nerves. As soon as I saw changes in my sleep, appetite and drinking habits, I knew I had reached a point of serious reflection: is pride worth staying medication-free or is it time to listen to my guts and take action, before I’m too far gone? Needless to say, it was the latter option. I’ve spent a lot of time over the last week evaluating what I can do to be kinder to myself as we near the end of COVID-19’s grip on our lives: I’m back to daily hypnotherapy, soundbaths, reading books and regimenting food/shower habits. I’m back to taking things a task at a time, instead of putting pressure on myself to carve out an aspirational career path, find my way onto the property ladder and generally discover my purpose in life all at the same time (and especially whilst mentally unwell during a pandemic).

Writing about my feelings puts them into perspective. Times are hard, indeed, but they’re hard for everyone and there’s no way of knowing how things are going to work out over the months to come (my Mystic Meg powers are non-existent). I am doing my best to counteract every negative “what if” with a positive counterpart and also trying to take my mental state with a pinch of salt, as so much of what I am feeling now is entirely situational and will be inevitably changed as our general circumstances change in the UK. I am also trying to imagine how I would support somebody if they told me they were feeling the way I am right now, and realising that it is totally valid to feel that sense of apprehension. It is okay to feel nervous and scared about how things will be, just as it is okay to feel excited about the prospect of liberation. There is still time to come and thoughts/feelings are fleeting, so there is solace to be taken from that ❤