There's a version of this post where I only talk about the projects I'm working on and the skills I'm sharpening. Clean. Professional. Safe. But that's not the whole truth. The truth is I resigned from my job. Not fired I walked away, because I was financially drowning and mentally exhausted in ways I couldn't keep pretending weren't real. Around the same time I went through a laminectomy, and the recovery wiped out most of what I had saved. We live in a society where men don't talk about these things. You're supposed to have it together, or at least look like you do. So I carried it quietly. For a long time. What kept me going was building. Writing code. Creating things. Putting work out into the world even when the world felt indifferent. It's not glamorous. But it's mine. I'm not writing this for sympathy. I'm writing it because someone out there needs to know that hard seasons don't disqualify you they clarify you. I'm still here. I'm still building. And I'm open to opportunities.