I Hope You Heal

About a month ago I wrote a blog post to explain why I started this blog. When I read it back I realized I was sharing too many details of a story that is too painful for me to read. I want this blog to be about my healing, not my suffering. 

The quick story is I am on my seventh month of being unemployed because my boss was a bully.  She wasn’t powerful enough to do it on her own so she enlisted the help of her favorite employees (who mirrored Cinderella’s wicked stepsisters) and they all  took pleasure in tormenting me for almost four months. 

They forced me to quit my job of eight years. As if that wasn’t enough, as I handed in my keys on my last day of work my boss said to me,   “I hope you heal”.

I don’t think she could have said anything to me that could have been more disgusting.  

Truth is I haven't healed. Their behavior was so personal, so dark and so deliberate I don’t know if I can. 

One thing I do know though is  I can't allow them to decide the direction my life takes now. That’s up to me. 

Months of job hunting and here I am still unemployed.  It doesn’t feel good.   But while job hunting I somehow found myself signing up for a course to become a clinical herbalist and that does feel good. And while I don’t think it’s going to bring me to my next job, I do think it has given me a positive focus. 

“I hope you heal”, she said. 

She doesn’t. 

But I do.