I felt good about it at first. I thought I was making the right choice. Normally when I've quit jobs in the past, it's because I've gotten too depressed to manage them. I thought this time was different. I was thinking that I was doing the right thing for myself because of how much I hated my job. That I was going to move on to something better. But after I did it, the realization started sinking in. Leaving that job won't help. I might as well have just stayed. I just can't manage working. I'm too depressive and anxious to manage it. Every job is going to be terrible and make me miserable. There is no "something better" to move on to. It's always the same. I'm just sitting in my car in a parking lot now. Avoiding having to go home and explain what I've done.