I Moved Countries, Sacrificed My Career, and Lost My Family—Just to Finally Find Myself - Ernest James Usher III
- 3 days ago
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I don’t think people really understand how heavy it is to keep changing jobs across countries while trying to hold a relationship together. Every move meant starting from zero again—new systems, new cultures, new expectations—while constantly re-selling myself as a man with value. Updating the résumé wasn’t just paperwork; it was an identity check. Over and over. All in the name of family. All in the name of love.
Then the family ended.
What hurt wasn’t just the breakup. It was realizing how much of myself I lost along the way—momentum, confidence, versions of me that never got to fully land. I was grieving people, places, and potential all at once. That kind of loss messes with your sense of self.
Healing forced me to confront something real: I can finally move as who I am, not who someone else believed I should be under their influence or ideology. That clarity didn’t come from time alone—it came from therapy, reflection, and brutal honesty with myself.
Therapy didn’t change me. It introduced me to the real me. And once you meet that version of yourself, everything shifts—your choices, your standards, your future. Starting over hurts but starting over as you changes everything.
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