Just came to my mind so I'll pen it down here now
Looking back to the first 6 months after quitting my job...
I think I was actually grieving, without knowing that it was that. Grieving about the loss of a job that I enjoyed, a job that I was excellent at, a job that provided company of good co-workers. A job that paid well was obvious, but surprisingly wasn't a reason for the grief at all. That loss of steady income was a stressor, not a grievance.
I am done with it? I think so, and I am glad to have experienced it and I believe I came out of it a better person. I am glad I gave myself space and time for it, and didn't ignore it and just went ahead to pursue whatever I thought I should to fill up my time and space that were freed up after quitting.
One key aspect was my focus on exercising, my time spent with my brothers, chatting about my feelings, chatting about things in life, as we are all about same age and have similar aspirations. I am really grateful to them for spending time with me during this difficult but important period of my life. I couldn't had done it without their support. Really appreciate it bros!
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