Well, it’s been almost 9 months to the day since my last post. I have disconnected from my network, because I’ve been feeling very, well, disconnected. I withdrew—from my blog, Facebook, Twitter, and even some in my social circle. I have needed this time to process my experiences and heal from an abusive situation. I have not been ready to share or expose my thoughts, until now. Why? Because I made a huge mistake! Boy, was I wrong with my latest career move….you know, the one I blogged so positively about on February 28, 2012.

I have now lived the expression, ‘from the frying pan into the fire’. I went from a job where I was somewhat mistreated to becoming a member of the most unhappy, dysfunctional group of colleagues I have ever met. With an accumulation of stress, abuse and internal turmoil, our team imploded sometime in July. In the lead-up, I was frantically searching for a new job and when nothing was panning out, MeebsDad and I seriously discussed me quitting. This was extreme, but necessary for my sanity. But in the madness, several of us came forward to report the situation and as the truth came out, I decided to stay and see things through. It was awful and reaffirming and, eventually, healing.

Like a Phoenix rising from the ashes, in the aftermath of our team crisis, I have come out the other side a little worse for wear, but also in a more positive place. My responsibilities have morphed into what I’ve long known are my passions—writing and communications. From a task perspective, I am enjoying my work again. And, from a team perspective, though scarred, we are rebuilding. Our team of 8 is now a team of 5. A colleague was removed for workplace misconduct, and several others moved on. With a government-wide hiring freeze, it’s unlikely we will return to our former manpower any time soon. But that’s ok. In the meantime we are working differently, working better and streamlining our processes. Our renewed team is stronger, more caring and more aware. It’s true that one bad apple can ruin the whole bunch. Now that the bad apple is gone, this bunch of apples isn’t so bad. I am glad I stuck it out, because I am starting to feel like I have the job I thought I was walking into last February. It’s been a long time coming. It’s taken some soul searching, family support and professional counselling to deal with my experiences with bad apples. But, as it turns out, I still like apples.

So, I’m back, in more ways than one. I have many blogs written, filed only in my brain. It will take some time to unravel my stories of the past nine months, but eventually all will be revealed. I don’t have many followers, but I truly value the ones I have and hope those who have enjoyed my posts in the past will rejoin me on this personal and parenting journey.