The last year had drained me so much more than I realized, and maybe it was as simple as someone I trusted asking me a really straightforward question. In the necessity to keep moving forward, I didn’t usually stop and dwell on what made all these decisions of mine so hard. But swallowing your pride after months of not feeling like you could do your job anymore had exhaustion stamped down to my marrow. It felt an awful lot like conceding to a battle, even if I was the only one fighting it. No one had warned me about how your soul deflated when you couldn’t find the words you needed. No one
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