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“I feel like a little part of my soul is dying inside every day I go to this job,” I sobbed to my husband one night.
That may sound like melodrama, but at the time, my despair felt overwhelmingly real. I saw no way out and was ready to throw in the towel on a several-year-long search for purpose and a meaningful, fulfilling career. And maybe that’s what I should have done: give up on trying to get satisfaction out of a human circumstance. But I didn’t, at least not right away.
