Day 21 — Standing on the Ledge

Standing on the ledge.
Rebuilding from the rubble.

Right now…
it doesn’t feel like rubble.

It feels like a nuclear strike.

There is no Day 20.
There are reasons for that.
Some days don’t survive the night.

I’ve been making progress.
Real progress.
And still…
the things I was afraid might happen
found their way here anyway.

Fifty-nine days straight.
No pause.
No margin.

Trying to motivate people
just to come to work.
Trying to find new hands
when old ones let go.
Watching tenured people leave
without looking back.

And then…
silence.

The company is gone.
Just like that.

Now it’s about next steps.
Not answers.
Steps.

It’s rough.
Right before Christmas.
A timing that feels personal
even when it isn’t.

There’s a moment—
quiet, heavy—
when you realize you were carrying
more than your share.

When the support you thought was there
never showed.
When the front line stood exposed
and you stayed anyway.

I won’t shout about it.
I won’t dramatize it.

This is what it looks like
when you did everything you could
and it still wasn’t enough.

So here I am.
Still standing.
Still on the ledge.

Not strong.
Not broken.

Just… here.
Breathing.
Choosing not to disappear.

To anyone who knows this place—
who knows what it is
to keep going
without applause—

Godspeed.

Till next time.
Soldier on.


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