I have a habit of turning my job into my identity.
If I am employed, I am stable. If I am earning well, I am valuable. If I lose a job, I do not just lose income. I lose a sense of self.
Unemployment has a way of exposing that flaw quickly. The paychecks stop, and so does the illusion that my worth can be measured in dollars per hour. The silence between job applications grows loud. Shame creeps in. I start to feel like I am failing not just financially, but morally.
I equate productivity with virtue. I measure my value by what I contribute economically. And when that contribution disappears, I feel smaller.
But that thinking is flawed.
Recovery taught me long ago that I cannot do life alone. Yet somewhere along the way, I started believing I should be able to carry everything myself — especially financially. I told myself that needing help meant weakness. That relying on others meant I had somehow regressed.
Unemployment has forced me to confront that lie.
My wife and I have made ends meet not through my individual strength, but through the generosity of our support network. Through family. Through community. Through people who love us and want us to succeed. The same people I would help without hesitation if the roles were reversed.
And still, my pride resists.
There is a particular kind of shame in depending on others when you are used to being the dependable one. It whispers that you are behind, that you are less than, that you should be further by now.
But recovery interrupts that narrative.
Recovery reminds me that connection is not a fallback plan. It is the plan. The entire structure of my healing has been built on admitting I cannot do this alone. Why would employment be any different?
My higher power has been teaching me something uncomfortable but necessary: I am safe. I am loved. I am more than my title, more than my résumé, more than what someone is willing to pay me per hour.
Recovery never promised that life would become easy. It promised that I would not have to face it alone. There are hills and valleys. Employment and unemployment. Momentum and stagnation. The work is not to eliminate the valleys. The work is to walk through them without isolating.
When I am employed, I forget this lesson. When I am unemployed, I am forced to relearn it.
I am not my job. I am not my income bracket. I am not my LinkedIn profile.
I am a husband. A man in recovery. A person learning — sometimes reluctantly — that worth is not transactional.
The valley is uncomfortable. It tests my ego. It stretches my faith. But it also reminds me that support is not charity. It is love in action.
And if recovery has taught me anything, it is this: reaching out is not failure. It is survival.
Unemployment may shake my identity.
But it does not define my value.
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