I’ve reached a point where I’m done pretending things will get better if I just stay patient.
I’ve tried. More than once. I’ve left, I’ve come back, I’ve given it another chance — and every single time, it ends the same way. Frustration. Disruption. A constant fight just to live a normal, uninterrupted life. It’s not one issue — it’s everything stacking up until there’s nothing left to tolerate.
What makes it worse is how normalized all of this has become. Broken systems? Accepted. Sudden shutdowns? Accepted. Wasted time, lost opportunities, mental exhaustion? All treated like it’s just part of life. But it’s not normal — and I refuse to keep pretending that it is.
This isn’t about hating a place. It’s about refusing to stay stuck in an environment that keeps holding me back. There’s only so long you can keep adjusting before you realize you’re the one being forced to shrink just to survive it.
I’m leaving because I want to. I’m leaving because staying keeps costing me too much — my time, my focus, my peace. Things that I’m not willing to keep sacrificing for a system that gives nothing back.
Call it frustration, call it anger, call it whatever you want. For me, it’s clarity.
I’ve quit before, and I’ll quit again Always — because at this point, choosing myself is the only decision that actually makes sense.
