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My Job Made Me a Bad Parent
Just a few weeks ago, I made a very important career move. It all began after I was left with 2 options at my previous employer: 1. watch my job get restructured out of the department and risk unemployment by reapplying to a new role or 2. take a role I was not thrilled about and keep working. Like most families with working parents, we couldn’t afford my sudden unemployment.
So I pulled up my big girl pants and I took the guaranteed job.
After less than a month in the new role, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stay. Despite having wonderful coworkers, the work itself was no longer challenging and I wasn’t busy enough most days. I began to resent the decision-makers that landed me here and with little to keep me busy, I was frustrated I wasn’t feeling challenged or that my I was fully utilizing my skill-set. I knew I had to move on for my sanity and my personal fulfillment.
As it turns out, I was bringing my misery at work home with me. I didn’t realize how much of a toll my job was taking on my mental health. Most days, I came home dreading the responsibilities waiting for me. I was often irritable and anxious. I yelled at my kids a lot and on occasion, at my husband too. My daughter may have learned the proper use of the word “damn” from me during this time. Binge-eating snacks and fast food was back in my life after years of breaking the habit. And most concerning were the nights I often went to bed with anxiety-induced heart palpitations. In short, I was a mess!
Fast forward to 2 months later and I know I made the right move. I landed a new position doing something I have always dreamed of doing with communities in which I could actually make an impact. I have a fantastic team of colleagues and the work is both challenging and inspiring. Since making my professional transition, my life has made a complete turnaround. Now, I find myself growing more affectionate and actually enjoying my time with my kids again. I have yelled a WHOLE lot less and hugged a WHOLE lot more. And best of all, the work I am doing is so important to me that I practically jump out of bed every morning, ready to take on another day.
I never thought I could be a better parent if I had a job I loved. I always believed that parenting and work were mutually exclusive. In reality, 40-60 hours a week away from your children and loved ones is a big sacrifice. If I’ve learned anything throughout this experience, it’s that feeling stuck professionally is not just a problem at work. It trickles into all aspects of your life and can deprive you of your joy and ability to make healthful choices.
It’s too early to say if I have turned things around for good but it was the best first step I could take to ensure I’m never that miserable again.