27/07/2025
I had everything - except a reason to wake up. I had the dream life. Corner office. High-rise apartment. First-class tickets. Designer everything. But most nights, I cried in elevators and fell asleep to calendar reminders. I missed birthdays. Skipped goodbyes. One night, at 2 a.m., I stayed late to finish a pitch— and missed my sister’s baby being born. That was the moment. The one I couldn’t undo. The next morning, I didn’t go to the office. I went to a shelter. A month later, I sold my apartment. Donated everything—furniture, handbags, half my savings. Now I live in the mountains. No meetings. No mirrors. No noise. I rise with birdsong. Swim in cold rivers. Make soup from what I grow. I spend less. Feel more. And remember what breath tastes like. They said I gave everything up. But they don’t understand— this is the first time I have everything.
