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I was sitting at my desk at my six-figure job. Corner office. Perfect salary. Everything I was supposed to want. And I was having panic attacks every morning before work. That day, I was staring at my computer screen and I realized: I have no memory of the last three years. I know I lived them. But I can't recall a single happy moment. Not one. Just work. Meetings. Climbing. Competing. Winning. But I had nothing. No real friends. My family didn't know me. I was dating someone I didn't even