If my life were a movie, this would be the scene where everything shifts. You know the one—the protagonist, who’s always been in control, suddenly finds herself in unfamiliar territory. It’s the moment after the storm, where she’s left picking up the pieces, trying to make sense of what just happened. For me, that moment came when I was laid off during maternity leave. One day, I was balancing work responsibilities, QA one one ones, and timesheet reports. The next, I was home full-time, caring for my newborn, managing a household with five pets (including a diabetic cat), and wrestling with an overwhelming sense of guilt. The Unexpected Plot Twist I’ve been working since I was 16. Earning my own income was more than just a paycheck—it was a piece of my identity. It meant independence, security, and the ability to contribute financially to my household. Now, without that steady stream of income, I feel unmoored, like a character in a film who’s lost their sense of purpose. On pape...
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