The past few weeks tested every ounce of my strength — from work burnout and failed interviews to a family tragedy. Here’s how I found resilience when life came crashing down.
The last few weeks have been extremely rough on me.
Work has turned into a never-ending series of crises — one after another. One of the most critical resources in my team is leaving the organization. That alone would be manageable, except for one thing: they’ve been gatekeeping knowledge for years. Now, I’m expected to take over their role, but half the time, I don’t even know what I don’t know.
I’m about to step into a lead role with team members who are also planning to leave.
It feels like being stranded in the middle of the woods — completely alone, trying to find a way out without a map. To say it’s been stressful would be an understatement.
💼 The Job Hunt That Broke My Confidence
As if the stress at work wasn’t enough, I wanted a fresh start. I wanted to move to a new organization and breathe again.
So, I started preparing. But somewhere along the way, I realized my skills weren’t enough. I applied to countless jobs, and yet — no calls.
Then, finally, I got one interview. I bombed it so hard that it ended in 15 minutes, crushing the little bit of confidence I had built up. That moment broke me.
Will I be able to balance my current workload and still prepare for interviews? I honestly don’t know.
Will I ever feel confident again if I do get another call? I have no idea.
💔 The Day Everything Else Collapsed
Right before that interview, something even worse happened.
My favorite aunt — one of the kindest souls I know — had a terrible accident. A bull gore injury while she was trying to feed the bull. It punctured her stomach, threw her off the ground, and caused serious spinal injuries.
She underwent two surgeries just to survive. Watching her in so much pain was unbearable. It broke something inside me. I even made the mistake of watching the CCTV footage of the attack. That video has haunted my dreams for weeks. Not even my medication has been able to quiet those nightmares.
🌱 What I’ve Learned Through It All
If there’s one thing these weeks have taught me, it’s this — I’m not as weak as I thought I was.
I survived.
I’m stressed. I’m embarrassed. I’m disturbed. But I’m not broken.
Despite everything, I’ve kept going — without a panic attack, without a complete meltdown. That, to me, feels like progress. Like healing.
Somewhere in this chaos, I can see a tiny sliver of light at the end of the tunnel.
Whatever happens next, happens. I’ll learn to surf the waves — even if the sea is rough. 🌊
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