I know some people are wondering why she didn’t feel more “hopeful” after getting her new job, but just to put it simply…..depression doesn’t work that way. 3 years ago I woke up late for work at a new job. It was a job I had been at for under two weeks and I was really enjoying it, but was suffering extreme depression.
When I woke up late, I felt like I was already “failing” to be a good employee. I was also struggling with substance abuse, so had a drink before leaving for work to ease my anxiety about being late. I made it all the way to the parking lot of work before I realized that I just couldn’t do it. I gave up. It was too much to face. It was just one small thing, but in the depths of my depression, it felt insurmountable. I drove away to a strip mall parking lot where my car wouldn’t be suspicious, called an Uber to take me back home (I was scared to continue to drive after drinking), shut my phone off, went back home and nearly drank myself to death. My employer did call LE, who did a wellness check and got me medical attention, but had that not been done I may have likely died (either from alcohol or self inflicted) and there would’ve been the same questions as here — why did she say she was on her way to work, how did her car end up over there, why was she sad when she had a good new job, etc. Unfortunately sometimes the answers won’t make sense to anyone except the person going through them in that moment.
So sad for Chrissy and her family.
(This is all MOO)