The Bloody Doors Off

I’ve been quiet.

Introspective? Maybe.

Imposter syndrome? Definitely.

I’m not a writer. I just type shit on the screen and sometimes it makes sense.

Or it doesn’t.

Or I just. Don’t.

“I’m not okay” on loop in my brain. For how long now? Someone bring a 2026 calendar.

I was convinced that I was going to be fired this week. No breakdown, but a potential catastrophic error turned out to be OneDrive being a little bitch.. But for a couple of hours, it was me. They put me on “pause” from working on the quarterly deck.

I felt.

Defeated.

I let people down.

I let myself down.

I’m letting myself down now.

Sorry.

I thought I had something to say.

I’ve put a 12-hour delay on posting this.

Hopefully I’ll feel better in the morning.

And not an imposter.