I should have quit my job a long time ago.
Every day I walked into my office, it felt like I was entering a warzone. The culture was toxic, and I was over-worked and underpaid. Promotions weren’t dependent on performance. No, management wanted staff to be cutthroat and competitive. …
This year has been an emotionally trying year for a number of reasons.
I could spend this entire article listing the ways we’ve been put through the wringer. But I don’t think we need the reminder.
Sometimes what we need is someone to talk to, a shoulder to cry on…
“You should be grateful you even have a job!” my aunt scolded, “these are tough times, why look for a new one?”
What my aunt didn’t know was that tough times bring clarity. This year showed me that I needed change. And it had nothing to do with ingratitude.
I…
I always answered my ex’s phone calls after we broke up. Regardless of what I was doing, who I was with, or what time it was, I always answered his calls.
Then one day, I didn’t.
It took a long time to gather the strength to let my phone ring…
Whenever someone asks me to describe Medium, I tell them it’s like YouTube for writers.
Medium is a platform that allows anyone to use their freedom of expression through words. …
We weren't a couple. Every night we spoke on the phone for at least four hours, during the day for at least one, but we weren't a couple. We lived in two different states, yet we continued to entertain each other as though we were distant neighbors.
I must admit…
There are a plethora of emotions you feel when you’re unhappy at work. You ask yourself countless questions. You try to define your feelings — characterize them as either boredom or fatigue, career-envy or a lack of enthusiasm.
You lock yourself in the bathroom stall and cry.
Or not.
Maybe…
I work in Finance and despise it. The decision to move on and hang up my 9 to 5 did not come easily. It took years to build the courage to leave and months of saving.
I stumbled into my current profession by accident. Growing up, I never knew what…
Eighteen isn’t too young to experience true love. And that’s what I thought my first relationship was. I thought it was true love. Except, it wasn’t.
My college sweetheart was chivalrous, sweet, and complicated. He opened car doors, carried groceries, and pulled chairs. He was an all-around good guy. But…
