Some people talk a lot about burnout or failure.
But what about that strange quiet that shows up even after you’ve done everything “right”?
The career, the house, the goals...still, something feels... unfinished.
This piece explores that emotional space. Not depression exactly.
Not a breakdown either. Just a kind of internal echo that whispers,
“What was I really chasing?”
Curious if anyone else here relates to that feeling, and how you’ve learned to carry it.
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