So why am I no less sad now? I think I'm still in the grieving process for my old worldview. Just like putting a cast on a broken limb doesn't magically, instantly knit the bone back together, the impact of showing me that I can be consigned to the garbage heap, for months on end and without explanation, isn't something that instantly dissipates.
I don't trust much anymore. I had trust issues BEFORE this happened. To put it mildly, they're no better now.
I do miss the old me, and I miss the way the world used to look.