Train of Thoughts: Why I Quit My Job Without a Backup Plan

Have you ever done something completely out of character—like making a life-changing decision without thinking about what comes next?

That’s exactly what I did two weeks ago.

Right after my birthday, I submitted my resignation letter from the job I’ve been with for the past nine years. And no, I don’t have a new job lined up. No big offer waiting in the wings. Just me, a whole lot of emotions, and one huge wave of relief the moment I hit “send.”

I didn’t need to wait for a sign. I didn’t need to justify it to anyone.

The truth is, I’ve been wanting to leave since last year. I felt the burnout creeping in, the weight of responsibilities growing heavier, and the unfairness around me becoming harder to ignore. I tried to hold on—for my team, for my friends, for the familiar—but deep down, I knew I was slowly losing myself.

Mental and Physical Impacts

In March, I started experiencing abnormal uterine bleeding. At first, I brushed it off. But the hospital visits started piling up, and with them came a quiet realization: I’m not as young as I used to be. My body was telling me something loud and clear—you can’t carry this stress any longer.

There were nights I cried while working. And days when I’d be completely alone and the tears would just fall. Not because of one specific thing, but because everything just felt too heavy.

One of the biggest sources of that stress? My job. I knew in my heart—this isn’t normal. Work shouldn't make you feel like you're constantly breaking.

And it wasn’t just the workload. It was everything happening around it. The energy, the environment, the emotional toll. I started asking myself: Is this worth it? And more importantly, am I worth more than this?

Then came a short vacation to my parents’ home. We had a long, honest conversation—no filters, no sugarcoating. Just truth. And somewhere in that talk, it finally clicked. I didn’t need to wait for a sign. I didn’t need to justify it to anyone.

It was simply time to let go.

So I did.

After my birthday, I submitted my resignation—and the peace that followed was indescribable. All the stress, all the doubts, all the second-guessing? Gone. Just like that. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I could breathe again.

I don’t have a new job yet. And honestly? I don’t have it all figured out. But I know I made the right decision. Because nothing is more valuable than your mental and physical health. Nothing is worth crying over daily, alone or otherwise.

If you’re reading this and you’ve been silently struggling—please know that you’re not alone. And please know that it’s okay to walk away. You don’t need everything planned out. You just need one moment of truth, one moment of courage.

That’s all it takes to start choosing you.

I don’t know exactly where I’m heading, but I know I’m finally moving in the right direction—toward peace, toward healing, and most importantly, toward myself.

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