This Is My Story
Friday, September 12, 2025
Three years ago, on this very day, I quit my job.
I feel a kind of importance in that timing, almost as if it's a moment for doing some solemn magic; a window for a particularly significant and potent ritual. It feels fitting, to me, as a time to break my silence.
There are times when breaking a silence is akin to breaking a curse.
This particular bit of emancipation has been a long time coming. I've debated a lot, for those three years, about whether or not to even do this. For a long while, it wasn't the right choice. But I think, now, the time has come; to continue to try and guard this story, to hide specifics and details, to only ever speak in vagaries about my own past... it all no longer serves to protect a lingering wound in my heart. It has, instead, become something that feels like a poisonous secret - a toxic reticence that festers inside. And to heal the rest of that heartbreak, I need to tell the whole thing.
This is the truth of my old professional career, what I did there, and why it all ended. It is also some of the background of my own life, and a key part of why things happened the way they did.