SOMETIMES, Leaving the Wrong Place Is More Important Than Finding the Right One
Sometimes, leaving the wrong place is more important than finding the right one. I did not understand the weight of that truth until I stood at the edge of a decision that terrified me. I left a place with nothing in hand ,no offer letter waiting, no safety net, no backup plan. Just me, my restless heart, and the quiet conviction that staying was costing me more than leaving ever could.
Sometimes, everything looked fine on the outside. But every day I spent there chipped away at something inside me. I was showing up, but not living and not feeling myself growing. I was present, but not whole. It felt like sitting in a room where the air had grown too heavy to breathe, yet convincing myself that at least I wasn’t outside where the winds of uncertainty could blow me away.
What no one tells you is that the, being at a place you do not beleong, does not always announce itself with chaos. Sometimes, it’s a slow erosion of joy, of creativity, of purpose. I realized I was shrinking to fit into a space that was never meant for me, maybe at the time and time or my life. And when you start shrinking, you stop growing.
Leaving was not easy. It was the kind of choice that kept me awake at night, my mind rehearsing worst-case scenarios. What if I got stuckafterwards? I am a very positive person, but these kind of questions visited me. What if I regretted this forever? What if people saw me as reckless, ungrateful,? Yet, beneath all those fears, a quiet voice whispered: What if this is the beginning of becoming yourself again?
So, I left. I walked away, not towards something certain, but away from something that was slowly eating me up. I walked towards myself And in that moment, I learned something liberating: sometimes, the absence of a plan is still better than the presence of misery.
The days that followed were not easy as well. There were mornings when doubt greeted me before the sun did. But there was also freedom , the kind that comes with choosing yourself, even when it makes no sense to anyone else. There were times when people questioned my decision, but only I knew where the shoe pinched. Do not get me wrong, I made good connections, I grew and learned good lessons, but that was not just a space for me to be for long, which is totally fine.
Walking away taught me courage and that I can always choose myself whenever. It reminded me that anything (relationships, jobs) like seasons, have their time. And when their time is done, holding on does not bring you security, it only delays your growth. I appreciate that path and the people I met and even the situations that made me take that decision. They were not out of place, they were needed in my life.
So, yes, sometimes leaving the wrong place is more important than finding the right one. It worked for me, it might not work for you, this is just me sharing something from my experience.
Because leaving is not just about walking away, and it is never a weakness. It’s about walking towards yourself ,and returning stronger than you ever imagined.
Dorcas Kongwie
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