My dad passed away unexpectedly, and the grief hit me hard. I sent a respectful message to my boss requesting three days off. Instead of compassion, he called me, irritated: “This project is urgent. Can’t it wait?” That told me everything I needed to know. I didn’t respond—I just went home to lay my father to rest. Surrounded by family and memories, I realized I hadn’t only lost my dad—I’d also lost myself in a job that never valued me.
When I returned, I handed in my resignation. My boss looked shocked. “You’re quitting? Now?”
I nodded and said, “I’m done postponing what really matters.” I packed up and walked away.
Just a month later, I launched something close to my heart—a small digital platform that offers mental health support to people coping with grief. It’s what I needed back then, and now I get to offer it to others.
