I Quit! - by Ofonime Koko

I Quit. I’ve said these words more times than I can count. In my head. Under my breath. Sometimes whispered while staring blankly at a computer screen, neck stiff, eyes sore, mind drained. “I quit.” Not because I’m weak. But because I’m tired. Really tired. There was this one particular day at work. It wasn’t the worst day, but it was the day my body and mind screamed the loudest. I remember sitting at my desk, overwhelmed by the weight of deadlines, expectations, and the quiet pressure of always being “on.” I was done. I had nothing left to give.And so, I muttered those two words: “I quit.” But guess what? I showed up again the next day.And the day after. And the day after that.Many of us don’t have the luxury to actually quit. We push through not because we want to, but because we have to. Because bills don’t pause for burnout. Because responsibilities don’t understand exhaustion. Because there's no backup plan yet. This isn’t just a sigh into the void. It’s a reminder. I want to pause here for those in people-facing roles. <img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/pexels-mizunokozuki-12911963.jpg"/>You meet people. All kinds of people. The patient and the impatient. The kind and the condescending. The ones who overshare. The ones who barely look at you. Loud, quiet, rude, grateful. Some walk in with warmth. Others bring in their chaos and expect you to absorb it. And still, you’re expected to "smile". To listen. To help. To care. Now, if you’ve been in the role long enough, you might have built some muscle for it. But to be honest....some days are not IT. Some days, you’re already drained before your shift even starts. You’re juggling messages, mistakes, emotions. Yours and everyone else’s. You’re expected to fix things, calm people, respond fast, and stay composed while you do it. And all the while, something personal might be quietly falling apart in the background. Somehow, it always feels worse on Mondays. And Tuesdays. Especially Tuesdays. Mondays at least have the decency to announce themselves. Tuesdays just come in with leftover chaos and pretend to be quiet. By Friday, you start to breathe again. Maybe even smile. But Sunday comes too fast, and the loop resets. You tell yourself, “Just get through the week.” But the week keeps happening. Over and over and over again. You say, “I can’t do this anymore. I’ve tried. I’m not going to work tomorrow.” But then… It’s 4 a.m. Your alarm yells at you. And somehow, you’re up again. Getting ready for the same job you were sure you were done with just hours ago. Sigh. What a life!We console ourselves with words like: It’s just a phase. It’s just for a while. It will get better. While bracing up and lacing our shoes.O ma se oo..On days like that, “I quit” feels like the only sentence that makes sense. And yet, you show up again. Because you have to. Because you’re still holding out for the day when things change for real.That one day you’ll quit. Not in defeat, but in power.In the words of someone famous—“If you want an omelette, you got to break the egg.”Shalom.<img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/pexels-n-voitkevich-5554667.jpg"/>

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