The days this week had become unbearable. I had just lost one of my biggest clients, and no one seemed to empathize with my loss. One of my best friends, who was fired from his job in April this year, told me that his psychologist said that losing one's job is equivalent to the feeling you get when you lose someone. Mourning, that's the feeling. Yet, nobody seemed to care about my losing a client. Everyone was like: "Cheer up, everything will be alright." I had also recently lost my dad. We weren't that close, but it was something I did not expect to happen when it did. And this is not me just complaining. I had been a man who had shown quite a bit of resilience, and despite the darkness, I kept pushing forward. But maybe my age had worn me down a bit. I just needed to halt for a bit and be acknowledged, but not so much to look weak. What the hell was happening to me? I didn't know what I was supposed to do and how I was supposed to react to all this shit that...