When her father died suddenly, she did what any grieving daughter would—asked her boss for a few days off.
Instead of empathy, he barked back: “This project is urgent. Can’t it wait?”
She paused. The pain of the loss had already torn a hole in her heart. But hearing those words, so void of compassion, added a different kind of wound.
She went home anyway. Surrounded by family and memories, she realized something: It wasn’t just her father she had lost. She’d lost herself somewhere in that joyless job.
The day she returned, she handed in her resignation.
“I’m done putting off what really matters,” she said quietly as she packed up her things.
One month later, she launched a small digital platform offering support for people in grief. It was her way of healing—and now she helps others do the same.
