You Gave Them Your Best—And Got a Cardboard Box in Return

They kept the building. You kept the echo.

The Alarm Still Rings

You weren’t perfect, but you were loyal.
Early mornings. Late nights.
Birthdays missed.
Weekends blurred.
Dreams put on hold for “maybe next quarter” and “we’ll revisit this next year.”

You gave them your best years.
The ones where your body could stretch farther.
Where your ambition still had fire.
Where you believed showing up would mean something in the end.

And then it ended.

Not with a thank-you.
Not with a legacy.
Just a meeting.
A printed slip.
A box with your name sharpied across the side
like a label on someone else’s life.

Now your alarm still goes off.
Same time.
Same chime.
But there’s nowhere to be.

Except awake.

The body doesn’t adjust as quickly as they think.
You still check your email.
Still feel the ghost of meetings on your calendar.
Still brace for the Monday that never comes.

But shame?
Shame still shows up on time.

You question yourself in the quiet.
Were you good enough?
Did they ever value you?
Were you ever more than a name on a list?

People tell you it’s a blessing in disguise.
They mean well.
But they don’t see the way you stare at your hands like they forgot how to be useful.

They don’t feel the hollowness in your chest
where purpose used to hum.

You gave them everything.
They gave you nothing you can use now.
Except questions.
Except silence.
Except grief.

Because it wasn’t just a job.

It was a reason to try.
It was the version of you that still believed
being good would be enough.

You gave them your best. And now you sit in the quiet, wondering if it ever mattered at all.

Still Sitting With It?

Sometimes the ache doesn’t move. It lingers. It asks for more. You don’t have to act yet. You can stay here. Feel deeper. Or follow it into something else that hurts in a different shape.

Stay in This Pain

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