You’ve done everything right.
Built the business. Made the money. Married the partner. Played the part.

There’s a quiet epidemic unfolding behind screens and ring lights—one that looks like self-care but often masks something deeper.

She's not pulling away because you're too much. She's pulling away because you're absent. The man she fell for is buried beneath the man you've become.

You built the life. The business. The bank account. The image.

But at 2 AM, with no one around to impress, it hits you: This can't be it…

You ever feel like you’ve done everything right—but still feel like something’s missing?

I know that feeling. I built the career. Had the relationship. Hit the targets. And still? Hollow. Like I was reciting a script written by someone who didn’t give a damn about my soul.