It was the perfect job for me. Or so I thought. It combined my expertise in public relations with the passion I have for advocating for women and girls. But, instead of feeling like my professional heaven on earth, it felt more like a box I needed to escape. It wasn’t only because of the job itself, it also had a lot to do with the stage of healing I was in after a traumatic set of life experiences. I was different, yet trying to remain the same as I’d always been. And it was