I used to think “bottom” had to look dramatic.
Mine didn’t.
It was quiet. Claustrophobic. Lights that never shut off. A moment where denial finally ran out.
I wrote about it this week because I needed to name it plainly — no war story, no glamor — just the truth.
If you’re comfortable sharing: what’s a moment you couldn’t unthink — one that quietly changed your direction?
What Happened ↓
