What do you do when you love something that hurts you?
What happens when your calling in life is something that will inevitably drag you down?
I have made the mistake of leaving this calling on my life, and I have suffered the consequences. I have begged God to let me return to this call He has placed upon my life. He has.
I used to love this job. I looked forward to going to work every day. I never knew what might happen, or even if I would return home alive, but I loved it. The comaraderie, the challenge of dealing with total strangers and establishing yourself in their situation and hopefully solving the problem, whatever it may have been. The danger. Yes, even the danger. Adrenaline is a very powerful drug, and everyone takes it because we all have it.
Something happened, though. I can't explain it, quantify it, or understand it. Something happened before I turned my back on this calling. I can't put my finger on when, where, or why it happened, either.
Somehow, I lost my hope.
The calling became a boring job. Routine. Even though it really wasn't.
Now, I'm back, but in what feels like a diminished capacity. The place is less professional. The people are nice, but too laid back, laid back to the point it scares me. The prevailing attitude is that we're still in the 1880's, and this is Tombstone. Equipment I believe is necessary is nonexistent, or sub-standard, and nothing is provided by the agency. There is less stress, there, though, and that is the only up side to it.
It really doesn't matter though. Even if I was still at my old place, doing my old job, there is one certainty - this job will eventually destroy me.
For all it's positives, for all the good things mentioned above, the few bad things, the stresses, outweighs it all, and the panic and depression set in. The meds work, but long term, they are a temporary fix to a permanent problem, and knowing true full happiness seems so impossible.
What do you do when you see your own destruction coming and you can't get out of the way?