I avoided my grief through work like Carmy from The Bear it nearly killed me [Video]

When my father died in 2016, I was just 23 years old and at the beginning of my career. I had already quit my first-ever ‘proper’ job in order to go home, look after him and spend those final few weeks by his side, so it felt like the only thing to do was to get back to work and claw back some of the time that I’d missed.

There was, of course, the financial strain too. I was living with my then-boyfriend and some friends, and the lack of income for those few months was already starting to take its toll. I needed to pay rent and didn’t have the luxury of taking yet more time off. And so I sent a flurry of applications out, hoping something would stick.

Luckily, not only did I get a job in a matter of weeks, I got my first journalism gig …