Crisis. When external well-being doesn't save you.
But closer to the age of 30, something began to change. The last three years of hiring have been literally suffocating. My work turned into an endless stream: government agencies, paperwork, subordinate work, managing a team of 10 people for whom I was responsible. Constant nerves.
Despite a certain freedom in scheduling, I was tied to the office and other people's tasks. I worked for the company's results, but not for my own. And then I realized: I'm not living my life.
As a result, there was a void inside me that couldn't be filled with money.
Yes, everything was fine from a financial point of view, and it would seem that there should be moral satisfaction, but there was none. The feeling of emptiness and dissatisfaction literally consumed me. It was not just fatigue, but a deep inner depression and crisis.