Six Months After My Heart Stopped, I’m Finally Letting Go
Six months ago, I was basically dead—well, dead adjacent. Today, at 59 1/2, I’m alive, retired, and, honestly, still terrible at dealing with work drama. After my birthday heart attack, I realized I could either fight for my health or keep fighting with coworkers. I chose my heart. Rehab, therapy, and a lot of awkward gym selfies later, I’m stronger, but still haunted by the ghosts of office politics.
Now, as I finally cut the cord with my job, I’m struggling with letting go of those endless emails and the feeling that I never quite fit in. How do you move on when you were never good at the game to begin with? Any advice for a newly retired, socially awkward survivor? I’m all ears. 🫀💬
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