Hey there, Jen. Welcome back to reality. I mean that in the warmest and most sincere way. I know it's a cold shock.
Even though I fought to get out and you've worked pretty hard at staying in, I think I have an idea how you feel now. See, it wasn't just the two years at Straight for me. That was preceded by about 10 years of being the little sister in a Seed family. I remember sitting on the rocks at a Sarasota beach at sunset thinking "careful what you wish for". I'd gotten out, sure. And, true to my word and hopes, I had no problem mastering a job and a place to stay. So,
now what?
Nothing. I couldn't think of a single thing I wanted to do or anyone I wanted to see or anything. It was frightening. As a little kid, I used to play at some wild daydreams. One favorite of mine was wondering what if I'm the only real person and everything else is an illusion or the other way around. What if I don't exist. Well that thought hit me only it was not fun or interesting, it was absolutely terrifying!
Back then, I decided to go back to Pompano where I'd spent my first 15 years or so and see if anything looked familiar. I was trying, litterally, to remember who I was. I suppose if I were in your shoes right now, I'd try something like that. Can you think of any old friends, teachers, neighbors, anyone from before the Program who you might want to look up? I know it's been a very long time. But it's not un-normal for people to get curious and just drop someone a line out of the blue and see how they're doing. Or try and think of something along the lines of a hobby or area of study that you've always thought about doing or a place you've wanted to visit and just throw yourself into it. That's pretty much how I became a programer.
You'll get another job, don't worry about that. And you'll get back on stride. I wish I could tell you that the whole impact of the Program will just go away. But I don't think it ever really does. I count myself lucky to have my husband's oldest and best friends as my own. But I also envy them. It's not exactly the same as having my own history and my own old friends.
But I do have all the good and all the bad that I've made for myself over the past 20 years. That untethered feeling does pass afther awhile.
As to drugs, when I get a real bad attack of it, I swear to you, St. John's Wort works for me. It has to be either fresh or tinctured, though. The dried herb capsules are practically worthless. But it doesn't go with other psyche drugs. You might read up on it and see if your shrinker is willing to help you give it a go. The nice thing about it is that you really don't have to take it all the time, every day or anything. I just use a few teaspoons full in a cup of water when I want it, which is only once in a week or two anymore.
Anyway, I'm sure you'll be OK in the long run. If nothing else, watch some international news on tv and consider that it could be far worse and be thankful.
To go to Journal of Applied Polymer Science go to http://www3.interscience.wiley.com and then journal search and put the journal number and year
-- Journal of Applied Polymer Science Vol. 47, 1984