My dear friend,
We’ve known each other for a long time, but It’s the first time I’m writing you a letter like this.
I want to tell you about a recent change in my life. After four years of working in a hospital as a doctor, I decided to quit. You might wonder why in the world I would do something like this, I understand. Being a doctor is something wonderful and sacred. And with that thought, the possibility of helping hundreds of people, I put in a lot of effort to become one. But as you may have noticed, I’ve been quite unhappy the last few years because of my job. It’s hard to say what exactly made me unhappy. I guess there are lots of reasons. I won’t bore you with the details, maybe some other time. The decision to quit a job or maybe even an identity (because that’s what being a doctor is) is a very very hard one. I tried everything to make it work, I struggled, denied. I thought I was being weak and ungrateful, that I failed and that everyone would be disappointed in me. So it took me months or even years to come to this point. The point where I make peace with myself and realize that maybe, just maybe, this job is just not right for me. Nothing more, nothing less. And I have to be honest, it’s incredibly scary. It’s scary to turn your back on something so safe and familiar.
So my dear friend, these upcoming days I will try to keep my head up and be strong. I’m going to be brave, brave enough to take control of my own happiness, even if it means stepping into uncertainty.
Wish me luck. Hope you are healthy and happy.
Lots of love,