All along, quitting signifies failure to me and with it, there’s shame. I never gave myself permission to quit things that I no longer like and I would judge myself. However, to what extent do we hold on to things that no longer serve us?

Planning for the worst often feels safer than aiming for the best-case scenario, especially for things that truly matter. If something goes wrong, at least you are prepared and feel less disappointed, right?

I know that you haven’t been feeling very happy. It seems like you have it all on the outside but you are feeling a nagging unease within.