I'm living on a prayer right now and clutching to my faith.
After a long discussion with my boss and program director and a weekend to think it over, I finally turned in my resignation with hospice. No job lined up, nothing is sure... I just knew I had to leave.
There were too many expectations and demands to meet, and only one of me to do all of them. I thought to myself, I could continue and slowly kill myself (of which, I'd have health insurance to prolong an inevitable nervous breakdown and eventual death) or I can resign and live in poverty while between jobs. As you can imagine, I chose the latter.
I don't know what happens next or what lies ahead, but please pray for me. I've got a couple of prospects lined up... hopefully, something will come my way soon.
