At the start of the year I had a month off from a charity I'd volunteered with for 3.5 years because they were doing a big office refurb and thought it'd be too chaotic.
I'd had a bad end to the year and a very stressful start to 2019 so wasn't at my best anyway.
Sadly over the years I'd had a few moans both in the office and on Facebook about some of their more unorganized moments due to low frustration and poor impulse control.
However it ended up with me no longer being wanted there. Naturally I was very angry and upset, venting some more.
But a friend told me I had to let it go as it was tearing me apart. I've since deleted my Facebook account, don't feel I have enough self control to use it (and I get annoyed at the general rubbish on there).
This whole incident has left me very sad, I'd love to go back to the charity now the anger phase has gone. The closest I can equate it with is grief, having to acknowledge it is over and move on.
I'd had a bad end to the year and a very stressful start to 2019 so wasn't at my best anyway.
Sadly over the years I'd had a few moans both in the office and on Facebook about some of their more unorganized moments due to low frustration and poor impulse control.
However it ended up with me no longer being wanted there. Naturally I was very angry and upset, venting some more.
But a friend told me I had to let it go as it was tearing me apart. I've since deleted my Facebook account, don't feel I have enough self control to use it (and I get annoyed at the general rubbish on there).
This whole incident has left me very sad, I'd love to go back to the charity now the anger phase has gone. The closest I can equate it with is grief, having to acknowledge it is over and move on.