I Quit: Leaving the Job You Held When a Loved One Passed Away

In March, LinkedIn ran a series of articles on quitting your job that included the hashtag #IQUIT and inspired this post. See the full article here.

Grief has a creeping quality: It can sneak up on you when you’re not expecting it. Yes, there are triggers—moments and memories and dates—and then there are things that send you into an emotional tailspin for no obvious reason, and then you realize it’s grief.


I quit a job last week. To clarify, I quit one of four part-time jobs I was working, and I did it in a clumsy and slightly dramatic fashion. (Not exactly what you would expect from someone who writes career advice for a living—that is, at two of the other three jobs).


My quitting experience was hyper-emotional. I was frenetic as I spoke to my supervisor, feeling that I needed to quit—full stop, no room for negotiation—or else it might be several months before I gathered the courage to initiate the discussion again. In the aftermath, I felt nervous: nervous about money, nervous about mishandling things, nervous about betting on myself and the future of my writing career.


And I realized that the intensity with which I approached my decision—from the absolute declaration that I would be leaving to the nerves and tears in the aftermath—all came back to grief. This job was one more piece of myself that existed in the universe when my son was alive that I wouldn’t be able to get back.


Moving on from this job is the right decision professionally, but the immense discomfort I felt—and emoted—is personal. For the first time, I thought about leaving our apartment when our lease is up this summer, not as fresh start, but with the realization that I might struggle mightily to turn in the keys...


Read the rest of the article on LinkedIn.