ABSTRACT
I used to think that a name is just for identification, but mine carried invisible baggage. A year after leaving the therapeutic community I had regained some of my confidence and was more settled. I had worked my way from a D grade agency nurse to a G grade within six months. After a year I was sure I had lost the brown envelope so started applying for full-time jobs again. Since I believed that my inability to secure employment was connected to my history with the therapeutic community, I decided to apply for a position outside the radius of that community, with the plan of moving closer to home later. My first application was at a senior level for a deputy manager’s post and I got it. This confirmed that I had got rid of the brown envelope!
