I quit

I’m not here to bitch about what was wrong with my previous job nor to gloat how awesome my unemployment (sic!) life is. Let’s talk about WHY we quit our jobs.

On living with bulimia

It took me a long time to admit to myself that I had a serious problem. And even longer to start talking about it publicly (fortunately I was wise enough to seek treatment right away). But I don’t think I have ever gone beyond saying that I was seeing a shrink, took some drugs and had an undefined eating disorder. I thought that people around me either don’t care or would be disgusted by it and me (the way I was about myself). But talking helps, even if it pushes people away (my roommates decided to ‘divorce me’ based on my ‘lack of mental stability’). It makes ‘it’ a reality, acknowledged by others, therefore something I can fight with, not only in my head.