During the summer of 2016, I felt like I’d hit a wall with my career. I’d worked doing social media and marketing for different charities and well-known brands, but I couldn’t shift the feeling that I was a small cog and that I had more to give. Then, one day, everything came to a head. It was the day MP Jo Cox was brutally murdered. Reading the news about her death sucker-punched me and that night, I broke down. It might sound extreme but I was feeling increasingly unsettled and I guess the tragedy of that day jolted my perspective. I remember thinking "there’s a reason I’m feeling like this; maybe I’m not happy here". That weekend I went home to be with my family – and on Monday morning, I quit my job.