7:00 AM: Woke up with chest pains. Probably anxiety. Probably. Should see a doctor. Wont.
10:00 AM: Third coffee. Hands shaking. Sleep deprivation catching up.
1:00 PM: Skipped lunch for a client call. Stomach hurting but deadlines dont wait.
3:00 PM: Migraine starting. Took painkillers. Kept working. What choice do i have?
5:00 PM: Friend texted asking to hang out. Cancelled. Again. How many times is too many?
8:00 PM: Still at office. Everyones gone. Just me and the fluorescent lights.
11:00 PM: Body is breaking down. Mind is exhausted. But the work never stops.
When did success start feeling like slow suicide?