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