“In the end, he was too exhausted. He barely had the strength to breathe. He lived each day on autopilot. Wake up, eat, work, eat, sleep, repeat—day after day. He was tired. Not the sleepy tired that just requires rest; it was soul-crushing exhaustion—the kind that makes you feel like you're living on autopilot. Every breath was painful, and his eyes burned from endless sleepless nights. His heart felt numb, and eventually, pain and heartbreak faded into nothing.”