Job may have helped me but I hadn't been working for so many months that my social anxiety was at an all time high and I lasted 3 days... it wasn't even a hard job, just simple cashiering. The store didn't have a phone at the register to be able to page for help though so any time something went wrong (often) you had to physically leave the register and try to hunt down a supervisor... which was absolutely nerve wracking to me. Plus I fucked up giving change. I was so bad. The experience made me hate myself that much more.
Yeah cashier is. Thankless job and underpaid for the folks you gotta put up with too.
I had to cook take orders and cashier when I was a teen. And sometimes do the dishes too.
Hope you find something your looking for.
This is what I learned from quitting my job: the problems don't go away whether you work or not. They just morph and transfer.
When I was working, I couldn't stand for people to see me. I had the type of job that required me to lead endless meetings and give presentations. I was paralyzed some mornings and couldn't get out of the car.
With no job, no one sees me but now I'm paralyzed by how little savings I have left.
Instead of worrying about what to say in meetings, I worry about how much it's going to cost to repair my HVAC unit.
Instead of loathing my coworkers, ALLLL of that energy is now focused on loathing myself, and myself alone.
I don't have to prep for presentations anymore, but I have to prep for losing my house. One guess as to which one is worse.
Now, instead of gritting my teeth as I make my way down to the office lobby to retrieve my food delivery, I skip lunch altogether. If I can omit 4 meals a week, I can save X amount of money.
Without a job to distract you and/or pay for the stupid shit it takes to live - the hopelessness of your situation is on full display 24/7.
Before I quit, I thought putting on a facade and pretending to be halfway normal was the hardest thing in life. Nope.
The hardest thing in life is not having a single reason to pretend. Not a single reason to brush your teeth. Not one reason to stop crying; and not having the courage or the means to end it.
Working doesn't necessarily make things better, but it serves as a paid distraction since you're too much of a pansy to do what you REALLY want to do.... Die.
So true. I hope my folks don't have to face this if something opens to me (die or whatever else). I hope I don't end up being a cause for them to feel this pain too. That would be the regret that drives me over the edge.
I have gone those days without brushing teeth, washing, changing clothes, eating. Frozen, in a bed staring I ti nothing while my mind taxes away to worst scenario and vividly picturing it into reality. To the point I was afraid to close my ears because I would hear the crying and see the agony, or despair, or disappointment that I made. I could feel the heartache of my own and others.
Your right work is a distraction. If it all gets ripped away by someone or something else it's even worse. If not for folks depending on me, I would have been gone more than likely. I have no wants anymore. No desires. I was almost dead. And I love seeing their faces still, but part of me wishes I would have left this Earth.
Guess we will see. Time is ticking away either way, days getting less. Just how soon, is my question with not an answer yet. Hope you get all you want. Thanks for sharing