Yeah. I lasted 2 weeks. (Or 3 months in total with the company)


Then again:
I moved to Scotland for the job, even tho I'd never been outside of Norway before.

It was supposed to be a different job, but my anxiety made me fail the trial period.

(I didn't even pass the initial hiring process,but they were desperate for people)

I didn't know anyone there.

Didn't know where to live, and only had 8 days to find a place to live after arriving.

Of the 300+ people I met the first week, only one other person didn't do drugs at all.

I became alcohol dependant to get by, but managed to stop before I was too far gone.

When I quit drinking, noone wanted to hand out with me at all, so I was all alone.

I was literally googling how to tie a noose, bc my depression got out of control, when I got a pic of my oldest sister at the hospital. She'd given birth to her 2nd kid, and I realized I had the kids to live for, no matter how embarrassed I felt about giving up and moving home.


I'm now a very proud godparent of the first niece, and basically the midwife of the 3rd. The 2nd knows I moved home because I couldn't stand the thought of not meeting her asap, but she doesn't know she literally saved me. I don't want her to feel that responsibility.