"You don’t wake up one day and decide to lose yourself. It happens quietly, over years." I sat at my kitchen table with a pen in my hand and a blank sheet of paper in front of me, like I was about to take an exam I hadn’t studied for. At the top, I wrote: Things I Like To Do. Then I stared at it. Nothing came to me. No hobbies. No interests. Not even one small thing I could write without forcing it. I laughed, more out of disbelief than humor. I’d just stepped away from a long, demanding career.