I work in a call centre as a sort of manager dealing with other employees and escalated customer problems. While I do fine at the job, it’s not what I am meant to do. It’s not my passion. I hit a wall about january 2008. I got violently ill. I had horrible stomach pains and I kept throwing up, and having to us the washroom. Looking back on it now, it was pretty intense. I was actually admitted to the hospital where they wernt fully sure what it was. they pumped me full of gravol to calm me down and an IV. after a few hours or more, I was feeling better. I got an ultra sound a day or 2 later and they saw nothing.

What happened from this though was that my mind started to ask questions internally. I looked around wondering what this could have been and started taking some questionnaires, even with my doctor. I started to cry uncontrollably. It was like everything aligned.

I am currently on medication for my depression and anxiety issues. I just went through some papers regarding issues at work because of it all too.

The medication has helped me to regain interest in life and my passions I used to have. It’s all been a blessing really. That fox was inside me that day/night. I am pushing harder and harder now for my own passions and to work for myself. This story and article is touching and I loved it.