Brittany Douglas

2020

It was a partially cloudy day March 3, 2020 to be exact, I’d walked into work literally thousands of times before but this day was different. This day was special, it was the day I decided to turn my 2 weeks notice in. It was something I’d considered for some time and it seemed like all the stars just effortlessly aligned. I had enough in my savings to last for a while, my interior design business had an amazing previous year and I felt confident in myself. I believed in my dream. I was ready to make that leap. You see my job had went through some major changes, just as all businesses do, but these changes began to disrupt my peace. I’d been promoted to a managers position and the love I had for my team was beyond what words could explain, I grew so much as an individual while managing them. My communication skills sharpened, my people skills strengthened and my level of compassion and humility expanded. I’ll be the first to admit upon entering the position I had a pretty tough exterior and being there brought me balance but it didn’t take long for me to realize that simply speaking up would turn into the Angry black woman persona. Verbalizing about the problems I faced only created more problems. I felt so unseen and really unheard. It was a whirlwind of achievements, wins and triumphs from my team and stress, being dismissed and being overlooked from my superiors. It was pretty overwhelming and just getting prepared to go in every morning became nerve racking. In fact, I suffered a very difficult and painful 3 month long miscarriage just from the stress alone. Mentally, physically and emotionally I wanted more for myself and I knew I deserved better.