Every Job I’ve Had was Just Been a Better Dressed Version of Panic
The offices got nicer, the snacks got healthier, but I still wake up with jaw tension and a browser full of job listings I won’t apply to.
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I’m Not Burnt Out. I’m Just Done. But Still Logging In.
The lights are on, nobody’s home, and the Teams status is set to “Available (Emotionally Hollow).”
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The Guy I Call ‘Bro’ at the Gym Knows More About My Life Than My Brother
I’ve never seen him outside the squat rack, but he knows about my breakup, my sleep issues, and my macros. We’ve never made eye contact for more than three seconds.
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I Can’t Tell If I’m Bulking or Depressed
All I know is I’m eating peanut butter with a spoon and calling it strategy.
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Am I Protecting You or Just Looking for a Reason to Feel Useful?
She opened a jar by herself, and now I’m spiraling. Should I just… join a militia?
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Man Says He Lifts for His Mental Health and also Lifting for Revenge
Jason says the gym is his therapy. And to be fair, he’s there six days a week, rain or shine, headphones on, jaw locked, visibly confronting something invisible.
