Behind Blue Eyes: Angels and Demons
For many runners, we all run for a reason; running for something or running away from something. If stress were a reason for running, I would be an Olympian. I was diagnosed with clinical depression two years ago. I'm embarrassed to write those words, but I'm hoping that hitting the "post" button on this blog may help me deal with it in some way or perhaps help others.
Two and a half years ago, I decided to quit a job due to a variety of personal and professional reasons. With 20 something years in telecom sales experience, I had been recruited to go to work for a local company. Less travel and chances for some international work was appealing. Upon tendering my resignation, the CEO of the former company told me he would be forced to "blacklist" me in the industry if I went to work for a competitor. Knowing this, I still took the job, and naively felt that if I went about my work honestly, ethically, and legally sound, I would have nothing to worry about. Having someone with seemingly infinite financial resources with a personal campaign against me began to gnaw away at me.