I do NOW. A couple of different doctors wrote me off early on and basically told me there was no point trying for recovery because it was out of my reach. When I did recover and build myself a promising career as a network manager (was in charge of 20K users on 5 continents for a Fortune 500), I learned that my mental health would not be able to cope with it forever. I could see cracks appearing everywhere in my mind from the stress load.
I walked away from that career and it hurt.
I’ve been driving a school bus successfully for a few years and I’m now kicking things up a notch by learning how to drive a commercial rig for part of the week. This new career does not share the same pay or prestige amongst my peers that my last career did. (Or the stress, thankfully.) Oh, and I own a media business that is faltering along with the economy of the province I live in, forcing me to find work I wouldn’t have normally considered doing.
The self-esteem issues don’t ever go away, but I have less trouble with them when I am actively working toward some sort of recovery. Being a volunteer in my community and doing what I can to help with my family’s finances are part of what help me to feel whole, and also like a good role model to my kid.
I am not always going to be successful, but I guarantee you that whenever I fall I am going to stand up again, except for the last time and that’s the day they bury me.