My Job Was Killing Me, So I Quit. Should I Feel Guilty?

My immigrant upbringing did not prepare me for moments like this

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In the days leading up to my trip to New York earlier this month, I woke up with blood on my pillow.

Apparently, I’d been biting my lower lip in my sleep. My lips were swollen, I felt uneasy, fidgety, anxious, and just ugly. No…