Recovery from Heartbreak and Unemployment

It was early evening in the middle of August when I arrived home from a new management position I had started 3 weeks ago. My efforts had resulted in the lab reaching close to peak performance, which gave me a sense of satisfaction. I poured a glass of chardonnay and began fixing dinner. It looked like I had turned my life around and that my recovery had begun

Suddenly, the phone rang. It was Maria, the Store Manager of my place of employment. She completely shocked me when she told me the owner of the company was letting me go. I could hardly believe it, so I asked her why he was firing me. She said she didn’t know why.

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A Love Relationship Collapses

It was a rainy Monday in December. Alicia said her and the girls were going Christmas shopping and would be gone for several hours. She didn’t invite me, which I considered fortunate since I don’t like shopping. They left so I decided to listen to some of my favorite music. I didn’t know, I would never see her again, that our love relationship had collapsed

I rolled a joint and put on Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours; however, I remained completely oblivious to her intentions, although I’m sure her late night activities spawned some rumors. Looking back, I believe my emotional intelligence had evaporated because of my recent heavy intake of Prozac. Yes, I was back on it. It didn’t seem to have a positive effect on me, because my only ambition was to sit around and get high. It isn’t any fun losing purpose and hitting rock bottom.

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Recovery – The Illusion of Well-Being

Alicia and I celebrated New Year’s Eve by drinking fine wine and smoking some potent marijuana. We talked, laughed and swayed to the music. Finally, we started crashing well before midnight, which would end the party. She said she had something that would pick us up. She went to the kitchen and came back with some coke and it wasn’t Coca Cola. We snorted some and the good times continued. My recovery seemed complete. See the previous article Prozac and the Crack-Up Boom.

Normally, I don’t like cocaine, but it did the job. I started feeling pretty good and rolled another joint, pouring us some more wine. I felt we would be ready to celebrate the New Year with some pleasure and ecstasy. How wrong I was.

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Prozac and the Crack-Up Boom

It was Sunday night in late April. My girlfriend Alicia and I were filling out our forms to apply for unemployment. My former company forced me out of my management position and she had resigned from her position. The atmosphere at the dining room table was thick with tension and our intake of wine didn’t help it any. Apparently, many months of taking Prozac didn’t improve my external situation.

As we wrote, we also bickered over, who knows what. She finally blew her stack and threw a glass of wine in my face. I didn’t take kindly to that and called her a few choice names. She outdid me when she ended her verbal attack with the words “You’re nothing but a no-good loser.” Well, I guess her real feelings for me finally rose to the surface. All I could do was take another drink of wine and wonder how I got into this sorry situation. At that point, I doubt if anything could help my state of mind and that included the high dose of Prozac in my system.

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Depression and the Summertime Blues

It was late June when depression and the summertime blues completely overwhelmed me. A year earlier I had placed my faith in the Pathways to Mastership course and meditation techniques. Then during a cold day in February, I stopped the course because I couldn’t accept some of its mysticism. I also abandoned my meditation practice, which turned out to be a big mistake.

The Collapse into Total Depression

I sank into a pit of complete frustration, nothing seemed to help. The unbearable pain dumped me into the hole of despair. Failed relationships, sexual frustration, lack of challenges in my management position and no definite purpose in life drove me into a deep depression.

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The Pathway to Peace of Mind

For reasons unknown, June seems to stand out as my month of transformation and new journeys. It’s also been a time that found me suffering in a deep depression. My objectivist beliefs no longer sustained me, causing hopelessness to come for an extended visit. I sank into the pits of despair. Fortunately, depression often leads a person into a journey of transformation. As mentioned in the article Reluctant Objectivist Detours onto a New Pathway I discovered the Pathways to Mastership Course. That helped me find peace of mind.

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Season of Conspiracy and Economics

There we were, standing in a dilapidated kitchen holding sponges and paint scrapers. A big bucket of wall cleaner sat on the corroded tile floor next to us. We knew it would take a monumental effort to renovate this house. My friend George asked “How does it feel to be David Rockefeller’s scum scraper? I said “Darn, how did we ever allow the Trilateral Commission to take over our lives? Then we laughed. We were heavily into conspiracy theory.

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Reluctant Objectivist Detours onto a New Pathway

My desires and passions had gone cold as if it were the barren days of winter, even though it was the first day of summer. In order to get rid of my lethargy, I forcibly got out of my chair, stumbled out to the mailbox, opened it and pulled out a brochure for the Pathways to Mastership course not knowing I was about to detour off the path of Objectivism. Little did I know another pathway awaited me.

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Journey of the Reluctant Objectivist

One late afternoon in June, I arrived home from work, my last day on the job. The company had just fired me. The boss told me they needed team players and couldn’t tolerate the anti-social stuff I spouted off too often. He said “Get your belongings together, visit human services for your final check and get out. It wasn’t the first time somebody fired me. From past experience, I should have considered the ending the start of a new journey.

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Tales from the Reluctant Objectivist

After a rough day at the office, I walked into my apartment, turned on the TV and plopped down on the couch. I felt completely demoralized from dealing with irrational people and power-hungry corporate bureaucrats. I sadly concluded that my dedication to logic and reason meant nothing to these reality evaders. Even worse, I would have to deal with them tomorrow. Incredibly, I had no idea I would soon become a Reluctant Objectivist.

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