I recently quit my job. I quit one week before my eighteenth anniversary with the agency. In all of my years there they never acknowledged any of my milestones, so even though I tried to hit that eighteen year milestone for myself, that was as close as I could get while maintaining my sanity. After twenty-five years as a therapist, I think I am taking a break from the field, if not leaving it all together.
I have no idea what life holds next. I am blessed with the opportunity to take a break and I know that I have to do this to heal. The past four years held so much work trauma that I barely escaped with my life. I am hoping that I may start blogging more during this break as writing helps me figure out my path and I have lost so much over the past four years. Between work, being ill, the pandemic, and just the world in general, I have been a mess. I've lost my coping skills, my hobbies, and my passions. I'm not even sure who I am at this point. I'm in a very transitional place and I need some help figuring out which direction to take next. Hopefully writing more can help me figure everything out. Stay tuned!
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