A year and 3 months ago, I had a great job on the upper west side of Manhattan, New York, as a teacher of English in a non-profit institution for adolescents with severe emotional disturbance. I was moved by their collective stories of physical and emotional trauma, and as a result, became very invested in ensuring that I became the best teacher that I could become. I had super exceeded expectations as a teacher and was quite comfortable with what I had achieved with those children. I was employed there for 3 years until everything changed suddenly, and for the worse. My supervisor somehow was not as enthusiastic about the future of those children and randomly did things to sabotage my efforts with them. Even though my evaluations were flawless and my overall performance was great, he would often report the opposite of my performance in meetings. Ultimately, he fired me without any reason and soon my world crumbled. I've lost everything. The unremitting pain that followed was unbearable. I had to relocate to Atlanta, where I could get more value out of the unemployment check I am currently getting from New York state. I moved here for the serenity and ethereal nature of this gorgeous city with its amazing greenery puunctuated by impressive architecture and superior neighborhood condintions.