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.
