Yeah, I went back to work like 6 months ago and was in a step down from my last position. My boss had my last title but was shit. After busting my ass, also being a parent, also paying a lot for childcare…I was at my breaking point when my son broke his arm about six weeks ago and my husband was in OR for that job (didn’t work out, I’m relieved?) and she was just as usual, unpleasant. I know I shouldn’t compare, but I am a cheerleader and try to keep my team motivated and happy and working hard for me because they want to. This was not it. I just up and quit with zero plan, I’m sure it was 99% my anxiety and exhaustion and nerves but I just left. That week had been traumatic for me, I know I use that word a lot, but my son had to have his arm reset in front of me…it was the worst thing I’ve had to endure. I was depressed for about a month afterwards, feeling like why couldn’t I have just hung in? But I also don’t really regret it at all. I do regret/embarrassed to have done it all like that, I’ve never quit in a “rage” before. I was feeling crushed. That’s a really apt description.