Quitting My Job and Nervously Heading into a New & Unknown Future

At the beginning of last week I did one of the bravest, or else dumbest, things I believe I have ever done. I quit my job, without a new one to go into. It's a whole other emotional experience to go through. Unlike anything else I think I've ever felt before.

My situation at work was not ideal; it reached a point where I simply had to say to myself that no income for a few weeks or so is better for my emotional and mental well-being than staying in a position where I was becoming overly stressed. In the end, there's a point where you have to have your gripe about the state of workers rights, cut your losses and move on. So this is what I've done. My decision had been made, quite a while ago I think, it took quite a bit of anger over an extended period to actually get me to make that jump, and I'm still hoping I'll land on my feet okay.

I've just finished the first week of my notice, with one week left to go, and it's been the biggest emotional rollercoaster of my life. I spent about two days just angry with everyone over what had happened, even though many had very little, or nothing to do with it. On the contrary, most are in the same boat I was, and in possibly even worse situations. But I suppose that is part of dealing with what has happened, its human nature to look outwardly, before inwardly.

After my temper metered down a little, I spent Wednesday fretting over the logistics of not even being able to get unemployment benefit for 6 weeks, and berating myself for making such a stupid move. I could have handled it all for a bit longer...whilst I looked for something new...

Thursday morning I was closer to my original stance on the issues at hand, whilst deeply involved in a mental moral crusade to ensure such wrongs are never done again. "It's wrong! And I'll do this, & this, and I'll bring them all down! They could destroy a person like this! Rant! Rant! Rant!"