riggy
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this depression seems more common than I ever could have thought. suffered it myself for some years, althow im way better now. it brought on very badly by being in involved with a bussiness that went under. I was only an employee but id been there near 20 years. it was my hole world being there. it was all i knew. i wasnt trained in anything else. I knew every inch of the grounds and buildings. I was the mainatance caretaking there. It gave me purpose in my mind cause knew something so very well. no one else in the world knew that job or place better than me. if anyone needed to know how something worked or what the problem was i was the go to person. It made me feel like I belonged to something. and it belonged to me or thats how it felt. when the place closed over night I felt like I had lost my hole identity. like I had lost my hole world, and everything I knew and all the knollage I had was completely redundant.
I never felt so lost, like a ghost difting the streets. Iv no eduaction, no formal tradesmans skills. nothing I could turn my hand too. to old to start an aprenticship even if I could even find one. 37 old old at the time. I was back to sqaure one i life, after 20 years of full time work felt like i got nowhere. it reminded me of when I left school at 16 only now I was middle aged and with far less choices becaue of that. when ur young so many doors are open to you, loads of people r happy to give u a chance if you show willing and are honest.
all i had was time after that. I had nothing else but time and my own thoughts. I reilised that what I valued most in life was knowing something and being able to apply myself to it and do it well, it wasnt the money, it wasnt some respectble clever mans high ranking job. it wasnt being involved in somthing big. just having a skill in my own mind that my hands could apply and know this is me and this is what i am do. befor i lost my job i like it and i didnt want to do anything esle but i still used to moan and get fed up with the money it paid. it was low payed. I never once in all that time there relised just how massively important having some where to go and somthing to do was that i knew I could do, till I had nowhere to go when i got up in the morning and there was nothing I knew that I could aply myself too. for me thats where real is value.
I ended up in a supermarket working part time for a long while. It was one up on having no job. and gave me something to get up for in the morning, but being surrounded by school leavers doing it for pocket money while getting eduacted and retired old people all just doing it for a afew quid to cover the bills. its a hash place to end up when ur the one inbetween these two age groups. all the young ones thinking hope i dont end up here when im his age...all the retired ones thinking hes too young still to have ended up here yet.... only ones ur age are the few power hungary abusive mid managers who get off on making people jump for them talking to you like ur an idiot that dosent know anything.
if i can learn a skill and a trade again and not be dependant on any one person, cause thats when ur open to being used and exploited, and know I can do somthing well in life again i'll be glad with just that. screw the big money and screw the status. having somthing where you can walk away from someone if there trying treat u like ****. my brother is a one man band landscaper, he dosent want staff hates the idea of it. and hes got enuff customers where he can walk away from any one of them if thay try and muck him about. he knows his trade he knows hes good at it and there in lays his independence. for him he vaules that above all else.
some time after i was made redundant a guy i knew same age as me died suddenly from a heart condition he knew nothing about. he and i worked at the place i was made redundant from when i first went where as a young lad. his death really hit home to me how lucky I still was. there was me being made redundant and there was him losing his life. he never drank, smoked or did drugs, was never overweight, he lived a clean life. I was the boozing, smoking junk food eating one of the two of us. i think of him when I get down, about how life played out for him and me. how really iv been very lucky compared to so many. I read an old chinses proverb some time after his death that said I cried for i had no shoes till i met the man with no feet. iv delivered near a 1000 leaflets with not one reply as yet but i cant get down about it cause im a 1000 times morely likely to have the phone ringing an getting the chance again in life to apply myself and to be good at somthing again than i was last week.
I never felt so lost, like a ghost difting the streets. Iv no eduaction, no formal tradesmans skills. nothing I could turn my hand too. to old to start an aprenticship even if I could even find one. 37 old old at the time. I was back to sqaure one i life, after 20 years of full time work felt like i got nowhere. it reminded me of when I left school at 16 only now I was middle aged and with far less choices becaue of that. when ur young so many doors are open to you, loads of people r happy to give u a chance if you show willing and are honest.
all i had was time after that. I had nothing else but time and my own thoughts. I reilised that what I valued most in life was knowing something and being able to apply myself to it and do it well, it wasnt the money, it wasnt some respectble clever mans high ranking job. it wasnt being involved in somthing big. just having a skill in my own mind that my hands could apply and know this is me and this is what i am do. befor i lost my job i like it and i didnt want to do anything esle but i still used to moan and get fed up with the money it paid. it was low payed. I never once in all that time there relised just how massively important having some where to go and somthing to do was that i knew I could do, till I had nowhere to go when i got up in the morning and there was nothing I knew that I could aply myself too. for me thats where real is value.
I ended up in a supermarket working part time for a long while. It was one up on having no job. and gave me something to get up for in the morning, but being surrounded by school leavers doing it for pocket money while getting eduacted and retired old people all just doing it for a afew quid to cover the bills. its a hash place to end up when ur the one inbetween these two age groups. all the young ones thinking hope i dont end up here when im his age...all the retired ones thinking hes too young still to have ended up here yet.... only ones ur age are the few power hungary abusive mid managers who get off on making people jump for them talking to you like ur an idiot that dosent know anything.
if i can learn a skill and a trade again and not be dependant on any one person, cause thats when ur open to being used and exploited, and know I can do somthing well in life again i'll be glad with just that. screw the big money and screw the status. having somthing where you can walk away from someone if there trying treat u like ****. my brother is a one man band landscaper, he dosent want staff hates the idea of it. and hes got enuff customers where he can walk away from any one of them if thay try and muck him about. he knows his trade he knows hes good at it and there in lays his independence. for him he vaules that above all else.
some time after i was made redundant a guy i knew same age as me died suddenly from a heart condition he knew nothing about. he and i worked at the place i was made redundant from when i first went where as a young lad. his death really hit home to me how lucky I still was. there was me being made redundant and there was him losing his life. he never drank, smoked or did drugs, was never overweight, he lived a clean life. I was the boozing, smoking junk food eating one of the two of us. i think of him when I get down, about how life played out for him and me. how really iv been very lucky compared to so many. I read an old chinses proverb some time after his death that said I cried for i had no shoes till i met the man with no feet. iv delivered near a 1000 leaflets with not one reply as yet but i cant get down about it cause im a 1000 times morely likely to have the phone ringing an getting the chance again in life to apply myself and to be good at somthing again than i was last week.