Nobody puts baillee in the corner

As some of you know, I started a new job this past weekend. This sentences always evokes the same question: Why did you leave?

Truth be told, I loved my job, and I mean that. I learned a lot, I worked with some absolutely incredible people, and my boss was the best; quite frankly, this was one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever had to make, but it’s time to be honest. I left because of one person: myself. 

I had some ghosts haunting me around the office, and it was directly affecting my mental health. My anxiety and depression hit an all-time high, so it was time to move on. 

I’m really excited about my new stomping grounds, and I feel like a giant weight has been lifted off my chest, but I still do miss my old job dearly. I have gotten misty-eyed over every staff I’ve ever left because I am a 5’10” strawberry cream puff, but this one really got to me. The group of friends I’ve made is so talented and genuine and kind. They are such hard-working and open-minded individuals, and a piece of my heart will always belong to that place. 

I needed a change for myself, and I didn’t like the bitterness and resentment beginning to manifest within me. I left as a favor to myself. I left to exorcise some demons. I left for my own mental health. I left for ME. 

This life is my narrative, and I was sick and tired of feeling as though someone  else was ghostwriting it. It got to a point where I was losing myself (and not in an Eminem, Mom’s spaghetti way), and I had to make a change before I became fully immersed in pettiness. 

So now, here I am. I am once again picking up the pen to continue writing my own story, one I’m proud to sign my name to. I promise this installment isn’t finished though. I have too much of a connection to my old job. I won’t be a character who gets written out in the next chapter. I finally got the pen back, and that doesn’t match my voice at all.

Signed, 

Baillee MaCloud Perkins