From Grief to Guidance

Lying on the bathroom floor of my employer’s office in 2014, holding back tears, I felt the world crumble around me. It had only been a few weeks since my husband passed away, just 63 days after the death of my father. I was moving through so much loss and knew that the boulder of Grief on top of me was not moving any time soon. The bathroom floor was cold, hard, and yes, not the cleanest place to fall on. But I sat there on the floor, wiping away tears after HR and my Manager started talking to me about a performance review and how I wasn't meeting their expectations. I broke into a million pieces in front of them, with tears streaming down my face. I felt a million miles away from anywhere safe and knew I had to run and not look back.