My dad d!ed suddenly. The pain hit me deeply. I sent a polite message to my boss, asking for three days off. Instead of understanding, he called me, sounding annoyed: “This project is urgent. Can’t it wait?” That response said it all.
I didn’t reply and took the time off anyway, traveling home to bury my father. Being with family and memories made me realize I hadn’t just lost a parent—I had lost myself in a job that never truly appreciated me.
Back at the office, I wrote my resignation letter and handed it in the very next day. “You’re quitting? Right now?” my boss asked, stunned.I simply nodded and said, “I’m done putting off what really matters.” I cleared my desk and walked out.
Just a month later, I launched my passion—a small digital platform offering mental health support for those in grief. It was what I needed, and now I’m able to help others too.
