Storm Child - my story

That job in Wimbledon was the most demanding, and rewarding!  Sadly I ended up having a breakdown when we sold our flat in Paris and lost a lot of money, so it felt like the floor gave way under me while I was trying to hold the company up. Sadly they got rid of me shortly after, American companies can be very brutal, I was so busy with clients I couldn't keep systems updated so my metrics looked poor on the system which was all that the bosses in Seattle saw, my local boss also didn't realise half of what I did and it was in his office I blew a fuse and had a nervous breakdown, he immediately drove me home and I was signed off for a month, but stressed out that things would be falling apart without me I went back after 2 weeks to find my boss had recruited a team of 4 staff after I'd been begging for extra support, as he'd been recruiting lots of sales staff (he was a sales background himself), we were signing lots of big 6 figure deals and growing at a meteoric pace, the US office (with a staff of 80) were signing average 5 figure deals, we were averaging 6 figures). I worked there 2.5 years, I was the 6th person to join the UK office in an attic above the old HP sauce factory in Southfields, Wimbledon, I used to cycle to work and back through Richmond Park with herds of deer, I was the fittest and leanest I've ever been and organised a work team to participate in charity London to Brighton bike ride, having inspired several if our half dozen strong team to commute by bike themselves!  The team of 4 they gave me were useless and inexperienced, I was now having to train and support them while the company was growing rapidly like I said, I was just spinning plates in the end and barely keeping on top of things, my mojo went off a cliff due to the tens of thousands my ex and I (well we'd bought out Paris flat thanks to an inheritance I had from a wealthy aunt, but lost all of that selling our flat in the financial crisis). In the end, they let me go with a pay off, a solicitor I used managed to get me double, and with a top up from my dad that gave us a 40k deposit we bought the family home up here - all of which is hers now!  Signing everything I'd worked so hard for over to her at the age of 57, past my best, was the worst, hardest day of my life - I was suicidal, there was a tree in my back yard that would have been perfect, she even gave the rope (an old tow rope from our garage when we were dividing our stuff, I gave it to a friend deliberately) - I got deliberately drunk for the 1st time in my life and understood why men turn to drink when they've lost everything, it numbs the pain... 3 or 4 double whiskies and a triple brandy - I'm a cheap drunk - and stopped myself the next night realsing where I'd end up if I carried on down that path...!  Instead I wrote this song... which ends with the line 'and so I know even my storms shall work out for the best'...