Everyone said wait for an offer in hand. My body said leave. I had four months of expenses saved and a partner who could cover rent for two if needed — not everyone has that, and I do not glamorize the leap.
The first month felt like exhaling. The second month felt like panic. I freelanced, said no to bad-fit roles, and rebuilt a network I had neglected.
If you are considering it, run the numbers honestly. Quitting is not bravery by default — but staying when it costs your health is not virtue either.