Every day began with a sigh. Dragging myself out of bed was harder and harder. My dreams were nothing but anxiety. No matter what happened in the day, I always wanted to cry the second I got home. My best was not good enough and the future seemed lost. Day in and day out I struggled to paste a smile on and continue my thankless work. The smile began to wear thin. They noticed. Instead of help, I received more criticism and lists of my shortcomings.
I’d had enough.
I left that toxic environment in pursuit of my destined path. Finances were the biggest concern. It has only been two months since the change. I had thought my bank account would be deeply over-drafted by now. I wasn’t going to let that stop me from chasing happiness.