Oops, the internet posted my post again... Which is silly... But since it contained the question "how are you coping?" I guess that's a perrenial question worth repeating constantly.
I agree with JD that it is just as likely to have been office politics as anything else.
In my experience, whether you fit into a team often matters more than the quality of your work.
It's been really hard for me to learn that those soft skills (fitting into a team) are actually more important than the hard skills (doing good quality work).
My instinct is that that is back to front, but hey, what do I know?
Was it you that quoted the Zig Ziglar quote "You can have everything in life you want, if you will just help other people get what they want." ?
I think that's pretty true in jobs/ companies...
People don't hire you to do the job *you* want to do... They hire you to help them achive what *they* want to achieve.
I dunno... it's hard.
I don't have any insightful advice to give.
I've struggled with jobs/ companies/ bosses so much throughout my life... My saving grace has been not having kids... Cos then I could just massively downsize my needs at anytime... I've come close to living out of my car or a tent a few times in my life... Which ended up feeling strangely liberating, actually... But obviously only an option if there aren't kids depending on you. I think the maths of life changes fundamentally when you have kids... When you're single, it's algebra... When you have kids, it's calculus. There's simply no comparison.
I still think that what you need to do re work is "think outside the box". It seems that your only two options are law (which may be unworkable) and sales (which is toxic).
But that can't be right. Literally can't be right. Just from a logic point of view.
There are so many people who are plumbers, supermarket managers, mechanics, nurses, who are somehow making enough money to at least survive and feed their kids.
IMO you must be stuck inside some kind of "thought box" and you need to think outside of it.
Maybe you'll have to get rid of you car(s). There are plenty of people that have to get by without a car.
Maybe you have to accept some super boring 9-5 job, but can do a Master's Degree in Teaching on the side, so that you can become a high school teacher in a few years.
Maybe you'll have to move somewhere rural where the rents are even cheaper.
Maybe you have to buy a caravan and put it in your mum's or dad's garden and live in that for a while and just use unemployment benefits to buy food.
I dunno... I know depression makes everything narrow down to these incredibly tight tunnels and avenues with "no other options"... but that's part of the illness.
Learning to think radically outside the box is a good (and IMO necessary) part of getting unstuck and breaking free from depression's claws.
Last weekend, my neighbour's house got hit by lightning and burned to the ground. They're currently camping out in their shed and are grateful to have electricity and running water in there.
This week, one of my best friends got diagnosed with cancer in an advanced stage, and she already had PTSD and depression to deal with, and a 12 year old kid, so cancer and chemo's the last thing she needs on her plate.
It's hard, for everyone.
And for some effing ridiculous reason, all of society pretends that it's not hard. Pretends that *their* lives are like some glossy magazine advert.
But it's not like that. Everyone hates their job, everyone's marriage is on the rocks, everyone's struggling to make mortgage payments, everyone's messing up their health, everyone sleeps poorly at night... it's the nature of the beast.
Yeah, sometimes it's sheer overwhelming, trying to cope with that... Sometimes we reach the limits of what we can cope with. Sometimes it feels like it's "just too much".
But real life is really, really f*cking hard... It just is... For everyone.
Sometimes I think our upbringing really sucked... We were taught that if we were good at school and went to university, then "everything would be fine" and we would live "happily ever after".
We were never taught to cope with adversity AT ALL.
They didn't even f*cking tell us how to spell adversity.
Adversity is something you saw on TV... It happened to poor people in poor countries, far far away.
It's like our parents created this sanitised version of our lives in which we would work hard and only experience successes.
And then, when we experienced adversity and failure, we had no idea what to do.
That just "wasn't meant to happen" in our lives.
Well guess what? Our parents F*CKING LIED.
They wanted the best for us, so they convinced themselves and they convinced us that that was what would happen.
They didn't give a f*cking shit about reality or that we would end up having to DEAL WITH REALITY.
They preferred their myth and they brainwashed us with it.
And now we're faced with reality, with zero reality-coping-skills and it f*cking hurts and we don't have a clue how to truly deal with adversity, how to overcome it, how to grow from it, how to move beyond it.
Don't let your parent's programming be the box that you are stuck in and that makes you feel like ending your life is the only other option.
This failure stuff... this messy stuff... this stressful stuff... this is real life. It doesn't get any realer than this.
It's hard for our generation to deal with the shame associated with failing at the myth that our parents set up for us.
But it is a myth.
And we have to outgrow it, like a snake shedding an old skin, that's become too tight and useless.
You're an able-bodied, smart, educated guy who is of sound mind (well, mostly, haha) living in a first world country.
There *are* options.
Go and find a factory job. Research which factories pay best and get a job there and then find a cheap appartment in the vicinity of the factory for you and your family.
Research factories in all of the states, so that you maximise your chances.
See if your wife can get a full time job at the same factory and then work alternating shifts, so there's always one of you to look after the kids.
Get bikes so you can bike to the factory, instead of needing to finance a car.
Yah, I know that stuff sucks, but it's real life.
The stuff our parents taught us is NOT real life and it was bound to fail.
It was bound to f*ck up, with the first real major obstacle that we hit.