Well, it's seems I've gotten myself into a funk in which there appears to be no return.
Let's start the year off:
January 2011 - may 11th 2011 were normal months. Dealing with clients, working for a company as a marketing consultant and account manager. All was good.
On may 11th after work, we had a party at my house, 44 people there, all of them I knew locally, except one guy. No one I had at the house did any serious drugs, the most was smoking weed. This guy who came over apparently was on an assortment of pills (unknown to me). My girlfriend and I went to bed while others stayed up and drank having a good time.
At 7am on may 12th we find this man deceased on our balcony from a pill overdose, which was later known to be methadone and something else I can't recall.
That alone was mentally and emotionally a downward spiral.
The following weeks, the CEO of the company I was working for fired me because the media got involved and completely ruined our image. That again, was adding to the stress and depression. I began losing offline personal clients as well. The media made us sound like crack dealers, when in reality I've never done more than smoke a little weed, very rarely.
After all of that, one client I had who I had dealt with for over a year, turns out the funds he had been paying me with via paypal every 2 weeks, were mostly from stolen credit cards, so paypal shut my account down. In which I used it for most of my business.
That blows over, now the state is trying to press charges on me for having this party. They finally win, putting me on probation and community service, being better than jail, I still did not deserve any of this punishment. All charges were expunged from my record in order to keep my career safe with any company.
It all seems it is blowing over, I land another great job and the lead marketing director starting at 87k per year. I was only 2 weeks into the job (yesterday) until the CFO of this company found our names and Articles related to that charge on google. They immediately fired me without giving me the benefit of the doubt to explain the situation, as the articles made us appear as crack dealers.
Today I'm back to the extremely depressed stage, drained of funds as they all went to the lawyers and court fees, jobless again, clientless.
This idiot drug addict dies on my porch, and completely ruins my life mentally, and financially.
The area I live in is a small island, everyone knows everyone, so continuing to get clients for my local offline business has posed to be quite an issue.
I never thought judging a book by it's cover could be so detrimental to ones life.
I'm lost, depressed, and broke. I figured since I haven't been here to talk to my WF family in a while, I'd come vent, seeing as I'm less judged here than anywhere else, sad, yes.
Next loss I assume is the house, as my new projects that will not be local will take QUITE some time to monetize. I never thought something like that could ruin careers, until I'm facing flipping burgers or working at a carnival...
At one point recently, I had to hit counseling for suicidal thoughts. Even though that will never happen, it scared the shit out of me.
Any of you been in any similar situations that can relate? Go from being on top, to slamming into rocks at the bottom?
/rant
Tl;dr is fine
Let's start the year off:
January 2011 - may 11th 2011 were normal months. Dealing with clients, working for a company as a marketing consultant and account manager. All was good.
On may 11th after work, we had a party at my house, 44 people there, all of them I knew locally, except one guy. No one I had at the house did any serious drugs, the most was smoking weed. This guy who came over apparently was on an assortment of pills (unknown to me). My girlfriend and I went to bed while others stayed up and drank having a good time.
At 7am on may 12th we find this man deceased on our balcony from a pill overdose, which was later known to be methadone and something else I can't recall.
That alone was mentally and emotionally a downward spiral.
The following weeks, the CEO of the company I was working for fired me because the media got involved and completely ruined our image. That again, was adding to the stress and depression. I began losing offline personal clients as well. The media made us sound like crack dealers, when in reality I've never done more than smoke a little weed, very rarely.
After all of that, one client I had who I had dealt with for over a year, turns out the funds he had been paying me with via paypal every 2 weeks, were mostly from stolen credit cards, so paypal shut my account down. In which I used it for most of my business.
That blows over, now the state is trying to press charges on me for having this party. They finally win, putting me on probation and community service, being better than jail, I still did not deserve any of this punishment. All charges were expunged from my record in order to keep my career safe with any company.
It all seems it is blowing over, I land another great job and the lead marketing director starting at 87k per year. I was only 2 weeks into the job (yesterday) until the CFO of this company found our names and Articles related to that charge on google. They immediately fired me without giving me the benefit of the doubt to explain the situation, as the articles made us appear as crack dealers.
Today I'm back to the extremely depressed stage, drained of funds as they all went to the lawyers and court fees, jobless again, clientless.
This idiot drug addict dies on my porch, and completely ruins my life mentally, and financially.
The area I live in is a small island, everyone knows everyone, so continuing to get clients for my local offline business has posed to be quite an issue.
I never thought judging a book by it's cover could be so detrimental to ones life.
I'm lost, depressed, and broke. I figured since I haven't been here to talk to my WF family in a while, I'd come vent, seeing as I'm less judged here than anywhere else, sad, yes.
Next loss I assume is the house, as my new projects that will not be local will take QUITE some time to monetize. I never thought something like that could ruin careers, until I'm facing flipping burgers or working at a carnival...
At one point recently, I had to hit counseling for suicidal thoughts. Even though that will never happen, it scared the shit out of me.
Any of you been in any similar situations that can relate? Go from being on top, to slamming into rocks at the bottom?
/rant
Tl;dr is fine
