Welcome to my diary entry, stream of consciousness on the pain and grief felt having been given one weeks notice that my position at my first job was terminated due to a dissolved business agreement.
How do you say goodbye to a place that means so much?
How do you accept leaving a job not on your own terms?
But the terms of a dissolved partnership?
I thought I would get to decide when my last day was.
I thought this was my decision to make.
I thought I’d leave on my terms.
Not the terms of management.
I get it, life’s not fair.
How do I say goodbye to the coworkers that made each day better than the one before?
To the patients and residents that made me a better physical therapist?
More so, a better person?
A better communicator.
A better listener.
With improved confidence and conflict resolution skills.
How do I say goodbye?
I wasn’t given the chance or the privilege to say goodbye to those taken by the COVID virus.
I think about them everyday.
I’ll feel that pain for rest of my life.
How they died alone.
Life’s not fair.
I know, I know.
I walked in a fearful new grad.
Scared out of my mind.
Into a building with a lot of heart.
And a lot to offer.
A team with so much to learn from.
And I leave a better PT.
I leave a better person.
From the bottom of my heart,
Meryn Frey, PT, DPT