From "Stories of Unemployment - The Recession and Unemployment," in the March 2012 issue of Esquire:
Ninety-four weeks of looking for work. That's a lot of mornings to wake up with nowhere to be, no one waiting for you to walk through the door. Those mornings pile up until it feels like you can't breathe. There is dignity in hauling your ass out of bed every morning and going to work — there is purpose in it. Like it or not, what we do is part of who we are, and when you have nothing to do, you can start to wonder who you are. This can be a good thing — they say some people find themselves when they lose their jobs. But not when you have people depending on you, and not when your particular job loss — a wrenching experience for you, but invisible to most of the world — comes at a time when the jobs you want, or the jobs you need, or even the jobs you'll take, simply don't exist. You can't be who you once were. And the person you want to be? That becomes less clear with each sunrise.
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