When Lingering Became A Whisper From My Body

The Quiet Cost Of Staying Too Long

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It was a crisp Friday morning in New York City, and I sat quietly in a small meeting room, tucked away in a nearly empty office. With a three-day in-office requirement, Fridays were no one’s first, second, or third choice. But some of us knew it as the best-kept secret—peaceful, undisturbed, a place to think. Still, that wasn’t why I was there. I was there for one reason: CYA. A survival skill I’d honed in spaces like this.

Let me back up.

A few weeks earlier, I had a “heartfelt” conversation with leadership about my future. I shared honestly—maybe too honestly—about my desire to explore what was next. I wasn’t looking for a promotion. I wasn’t trying to climb. I was trying to listen to something quieter. But in that moment, I made the mistake of believing the “we care about you” script. I know. I know. You’re probably shaking your head already.

This is the cost of staying too long in a space you’ve outgrown: the discomfort gets so loud, it starts to sound like truth. You begin to confuse endurance with alignment. You start to believe that maybe you’re the problem.

What they heard wasn’t “I’m exploring.” What they heard was: “I don’t want to be like you.”

And what followed was a slow unraveling. Passive aggression. Gaslighting. Selective forgetfulness. All wrapped in the same hollow refrain: “We’re a family. We care about you.”

Over a decade in corporate and it caught me off guard. So, four days after that “heartfelt” conversation, I found myself in that office, on a Friday morning, ensuring I fulfilled my three days for the week.

What Was Meant to Break Me

I come from a lineage of women who know how to pivot without breaking. But this—this was a worthy opponent. There’s nothing quite like being treated as disposable while being told you’re valued. It’s a dissonance that lives in the body.

Here’s what it looked like:

• Being told they supported my “decision” to leave (I hadn’t made one).

• Weekly check-ins asking when I’d be gone so they could backfill the role I was currently in.

• Hearing through the grapevine what was being said when I wasn’t in the room. An unsupportive leader. Hard to find—a laughable accusation to anyone who’s ever worked with me.

I was angry. Disappointed. Regretful. I replayed the conversation over and over. If I had just kept quiet, maybe none of this would’ve happened.

But here’s the thing: if they hadn’t made it so uncomfortable, I might still be there. Still lingering. Still shrinking.

That’s the truth about resilience. It doesn’t always mean discernment. Sometimes, we hold on too long.

When the Body Knows First

It took over a year from that conversation before I finally quit. Why? Because I was afraid. I spent months trying to decipher whether the discomfort was a nudge from the universe or a test of my endurance.

Spoiler: it was a nudge. A whisper. And my body knew long before I did.

The whispers came as headaches. Fatigue. Brain fog. Weakened immune system. I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t remember things. I had nothing left in the evenings, no energy for joy. My body was speaking in a language I didn’t want to translate.

What began as lingering—out of fear, out of habit—slowly became a whisper from my body. One I could no longer ignore.

When Stillness Begins to Tremble

This experience has taught me that while surrendering may be our choice, the outcome is not. One way or the other, I was going to walk away from this. My options were to bow out gracefully with my health intact or be forced out through discomfort and the unexplainable.

I chose the second option.

In the year that followed, I couldn’t settle. My spirit was restless. My soul paced. Some people can disassociate in misaligned spaces—clock in, clock out, protect their peace. But I’m not built that way. I care. I feel. And when I ignore that, I pay for it. Towards the end, I was in disbelief of some of the events that transpired. I told my friend one evening during a tear filled vent session that none this made sense. Her response jolted me:

God has been giving you signs for the past couple years. Whispering, subtly nudging you from the quiet place. But you refused to listen. Now He has the universe screaming at you to get you to pay attention.”

Corporate is not an easy world to navigate—for any of us. Even my leadership had roles to play. I’ve always said, “One can only be as kind as the system allows.”

I share this not to assign blame, but to honor the quiet truths so many of us carry. The ones we’re told to downplay for the sake of professionalism. But our bodies remember.

I’ve debated whether this is a story I should share. The corporate world is vast, but it can feel small—especially when you’re job hunting.

But sometimes, telling the truth is the most professional thing we can do.

Let Discomfort Be Your Compass

If I could go back to that Friday morning version of myself, I wouldn’t tell her to toughen up. I’d tell her to listen. To trust the ache. To know that discomfort isn’t always something to push through—sometimes, it’s a compass.

Maybe you’re there now. Lingering in a space that once felt like home but now feels like holding your breath. If so, I hope this finds you gently.

If you’re learning to listen to your whispers, I write more reflections like this in A Sunday Kind of Letter—a quiet space for women navigating transitions, self-trust, and soft living. And if you’re seeking support in your own season of change, I offer coaching that honors your pace and your truth. You can learn more here.

You don’t have to do it alone. You just have to stop pretending it doesn’t hurt.

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