As we spin our wheels the situation seems to worsen. Yes, we tend to walk, talk, and even smell like losers. That's what happened to my career path after my industry tanked at the turn of the century.
Actually, I even considered, at that time, entering a kind of "Witness Protection Program." The past, especially the memories of major success, was eating me alive. The present put me on the defensive. My business was based along the hyper competitive Northeast Corridor. I perceived myself as damaged goods. I have a hunch others shared that perception.
Things turned around, both externally and internally, when I did put together a kind of Witness Protection Program for myself. For a few years I researched where I could relocate my communications boutique. Most of the assignments were telecommuting. As I rebuilt it I had acquired clients throughout the U.S., Canada, China, and Australia.
What made the most financial sense and what seemed like it would trigger the least emotional trauma was starting over again in the Southwest U.S.A. I was on the money. Everything got better, immediately. The tough part was the relationship one. It has been trial and error putting together a social network. My eyes would well up with tears from the loneliness.
There really is such an entity as "a fresh start." The challenge is not to bring the dark part of ourselves with us.