You're good at it. That's the problem nobody will name.
The reviews are good. The numbers are good. People hand you the hard things because you handle them. And every time you think about walking, the same sentence steps in front of the door: but you're good at it.
Somewhere along the way, being good at a thing became the reason to keep doing it. As if skill were consent.
So you run a strange split. High output, empty tank. Handling everything, feeling almost none of it. The performance review says thriving. The drive home says otherwise.
Competence and fit are two different measurements. You can be excellent at something that's draining you dry. That's the most common way to get stuck, because nobody rescues the person who's crushing it.
The skill is real. Keep it. It's yours, and it transfers.
But the question was never whether you're good at it.
The one thing:
If you were terrible at it, you'd have left already. What is the goodness buying?
Josh
P.S. I'm doing the 30-day Ash Journal myself right now, in public. One page a day, no edits.
Five minutes. One prompt. One line of ash. The first seven days are free: truevitalyou.com/journal