For quite some time now, the idea of resigning has lingered in my mind. This feeling intensified last year when the account I oversaw closed, followed by some unsettling internal team movements. I chose to stay, believing that something positive would emerge from the uncertainty. Indeed, a redirection did happen. I was assigned to a new group where I lacked familiar support, relying solely on my past experience. I stepped into a situation where I constantly had to extinguish fires, a burden that eventually became overwhelming. Despite this, I dedicated myself to navigating these challenges and managing my internal struggles. As months passed, I hoped to gain control of the situation and my emotions. I believed that simply showing up and navigating each day would eventually lead to a resolution. However, life presented unforeseen challenges, one after another, leaving me feeling suffocated. This was compounded by the difficulty of leading a team without clear direction amidst ...