You wake up every night.

Not because you're a bad sleeper. Maybe you never were.

You wake up because something is pulling at you. The life you've built feels solid from the outside. But at 3am, when it's just you, the cracks show.

The track you're on doesn't feel like yours anymore. You're running on empty. And the thought of changing everything feels impossible.

The mortgage. The family. What people expect of you. What you expect of yourself. Who you even are underneath all of it.

So you lie there. Calculating. Rehearsing. Wondering what would happen if you actually jumped. And whether anything would catch you.