Finally, I’ve done it again. I resorted to leave my job to heal myself again.
Two things hurt me the most. Being deeply in love, or being too invested at work and it became toxic for me.
Maybe I’m still not getting good enough in protecting myself.
But one thing for sure that I’m getting better at, is that I’ve learned to make the call to stop the bleeding before more harm is being done on myself. I guess I should be proud of myself for that.
But maybe I should learn how to withdraw myself even earlier to come out unscathed.
When things fall apart in love or at work, it can be emotionally devastating. When it happens, one might wish there’s someone out there that can fix them.
I have wished for that before. Every time. But I’ve learned that there simply isn’t anyone that can fix me like that in my life. I just have to put myself together and pull through. There’s no point of hoping for anyone to fix me because no one ever will.
I just have to keep telling myself to strengthen my will and keep moving. It can be difficult and lonely. But I have to do it.
Now I’m just waiting for the resignation notice to end and I will finally be able to dedicate full time to heal myself.
I’m sure things will get better for me but I wish it could be less costly for me.
