On the outside, I had it all—big title, big tech, big future. The kind of success people chase their whole lives.

But behind the scenes, I was barely holding it together.
Waking up tired. Working late.
Emails at midnight. Meetings that led nowhere.

It wasn’t just stress.

That slow, invisible pressure that starts in your chest, creeps into your sleep, and steals your joy without you even noticing.

And like all pressure left unchecked, it didn’t ask for permission—it broke something.

Not a deadline.
Not a project.
​Me.