What's eating at you, GilbertGrape?
Always smart, highest SAT score in a school for gifted kids.
Went to college, got kicked out. Alcoholic, worked in restaurants just to make enough money to drink and have a place to live. Mostly lived with friends.
No real relationships, even though women throw themselves at me. Just wanted to drink enough to keep from killing myself.
Always thought about killing myself. Went to MHMR about it. Was diagnosed with chronic depression. They gave me pills, they didn't work.
In my 30s, decided to do something with my life. Went back to college, started over, finished in 3 years. Phi Beta Kappa.
Went to law school. Was tired from undergrad, so didn't do so well. But, good enough, you have to try REALLY hard to fail. Passed the bar. Barely, but it's a moderately difficult state.
Could not get a job. Networked, had people say this firm is hiring like crazy, nothing. Law school doesn't teach you how to be a lawyer, it teaches you how to think like a lawyer. Had a mentor in law school, he died of stomach cancer while I was still there.
Ran out of money. Retreated to live with a sister. REALLY ran out of money, had 11 dollars which I was going to use for a 6 pack and some razor blades.
Different sister emails me job posting on Craigslist. $30 an hour, 12 hours a day, 7 days a week for a month. Sure. I need the money.
Month goes by. I'm contract. My agency calls and says out of the 16 lawyers they hired, me and 3 others are staying.
Move directly to an operational division in the company. One of the managers realizes I'm a lawyer, asks for help. I help.
After a year, they let the other guys go. At this point I'm solving problems that are costing them tens of thousands of dollars a day. They have expensive outside counsel for this, OM&M. I work with them, but I'm better.
Propose a solution to a huge problem to the board. Accepted. They love me. They interview me for a job which will make me three times as much money as I've ever made in a year before. They move me to another department. They're setting it up.
Labor day or Memorial day, I don't remember which, I go insane. Do things that I never would have done, say things that I never would have said, in and out of work. Lost 2 pounds a day for 5 days, without doing anything different. Lasts about 7 days.
Get fired for inappropriate behavior. I hadn't been formally hired, so easy for them. I can't get any references from anyone there.
Live for a year on savings. Try to go out on my own. Doesn't work. Interview with law firms. They're horribly biased on age. Have great phone interviews, then go to an office full of 20 year olds and get shut down.
Go to a psychologist. He says it's perfectionism. Sounds plausible. I buy some books. Doesn't help.
Find out I have Diabetes type 2 and cirrhosis type fatal. Yay.
Try to stop drinking. Really try. Only sleep for 4 hours in a week.
Go to PES (Psychiatric Emergency Services). They ask good suicide questions. After waiting for hours, meet with a psychiatrist. He wants me to tell him what happened when I was fired from my good job. I tell him. He asks: Did this happen, did you feel like this? Yes. He says you have Bipolar Disease type One. I didn't even know there were two types. One is the worse one. I discover this when I'm 46 years old.
Fall into despair, take horrible jobs that don't pay anything. Still drink, ignore the diabetes.
I'm about done.