A new starting point
First, I had my PhD in Literature, then my scholarship ended and I felt like an unemployed. Few months after I started a new job in a new city, I lost my motorbike because I couldn’t afford to keep it, and a few days later my partner died. She suffered a cancer for two years and I witnessed everything by her side. My grieving process was a lonely one. In addition, I’m living in a small city where I don’t have friends — yesterday I started to feed a cat who lives in the street and usually takes a nap in my backyard. Right now, it’s in the backdoor staring me, afraid to come in. Few days ago, I quit my job. I was a teacher in high school. It wasn’t a really bad job, and the payment wasn’t that bad neither. It was me; I sincerely couldn’t go on… Everything I’m doing, I do in a slow pace, it takes me hours to read my students essays; it takes me days to answer e-mails, I didn’t lose any deadline, but it required me a lot of effort. I should have taken some days instead of quit, but I was t...