Sabbatical: The first 100 days
It has been 109 days since I read the words that abruptly ended my career. A bit more than three months. It feels much longer than that. The first month seemed seemed to pass really quickly, mainly because I still thought I could save my job somehow. I was in complete disbelief. I had nightmares every night, replaying the harrassment and aggression I endured until the day I just couldn't take any more. The second month wasn't too bad either, as I had accepted that I'd no longer have any hope of returning to my job. I was still having nightmares but during the day I was managing okay. I was confident I'd find another job. I was certain the wrongful termination lawsuit would vindicate me. I was hopeful. The third month passed, with no job prospects and zero movement on the lawsuit. The nightmares continued to disturb my sleep. I started sleeping late into the morning and then napping in the day. I channeled my stuck energy into organizing the hall closets and kitch...