The year everything froze.

The year the whole world held its breath.

The year no one could run anywhere anymore.

And in the middle of that motionless chaos, something cracked inside me.

As if the outer silence awakened an inner silence I had avoided all my life.

I was unemployed.

Lost between two lives.

No direction.

No energy.

No grounding.

The world stopped.

And so did I.

The forced face‑to‑face

At first, I thought it would be easy.

Sleep.

Play.

Watch series.

Kill time.

But very quickly, time started watching me.

Talking to me.

Catching up with me.

I found myself face‑to‑face with myself.

With my fears.

My wounds.

My mechanisms.

Everything I had pushed away for years.

No noise left to cover the inner noise.

No movement to escape stillness.

No distraction to avoid the truth.

It was me.

And me.

2021: A new job, a new illusion

When lockdown eased, I found a job working in the fields.

Walking alone between the rows, in the wind, the dirt, the silence.

Then, without asking, they sent me to the factory.

Not a drama.Just a slow, quiet exhaustion building up.

The last interim job

One day, they made me team leader.

No training.

No preparation.

No explanation.

60 hours a week.

Long days.

Short nights.

A rhythm that wears you down, bit by bit, until it reaches what’s left of your strength.

I held on.

Because I had always held on.

Until something finally snapped.

I didn’t break anything.

I didn’t destroy anything.

I just created disorder.

A small, impulsive act

.A gesture that simply said:“I’m tired of being treated like a pawn.”

The director couldn’t handle it.

He filed a complaint.

Police station.

Fingerprints.

Photo.

As if I were a criminal.

And five years later: nothing.

No follow‑up.

No proof.

Just an empty threat.

When they fired me overnight, I understood : This world wasn’t mine.

It wasn’t a tragedy.

It was the end of a cycle.

The moment my body and mind said: Stop.

The return to the void

Back to unemployment.

No energy.

No direction.

No desire.

The following months are blurry.

A fog.

A tunnel.

I walked without knowing where I was going.

I only knew I didn’t want to live like that anymore.

But I didn’t know how to change.

Or where to begin.

A void.

An in‑between.

A suspended moment.

A silence before the shock that would change everything.