Yesterday was the anniversary of my becoming unemployed. I have now been without a paying job for one year and one day.
I'm angry. I'm depressed. I feel worthless. My ego is bruised and bleeding. My self-esteem is in the toilet. When I remember how long I originally thought it would take me to find another job, I don't know whether to laugh, cry, or throw up.
Yes, I know there are a lot of people who've been out of work a lot longer. I know that it's not my fault there aren't enough jobs to go around. I know I'm doing all the right things to find another job. I know that sooner or later, I will be working again.
But none of that makes me feel any better right now.