#ResignFromLife #ITBurnout #SilentStruggles #FatherFatigue #HusbandInTheShadows
I don’t know when it started exactly, but lately, I’ve been whispering this to myself:
“I want to resign. Not just from work—but from everything.”
Not just from being an IT Supervisor, where deadlines are never-ending, systems break down at 2 AM, and my worth is measured in uptime and tickets resolved.
Not just from being a Father, where I give my best but always feel like it’s not enough—where my energy is depleted, and my joy feels borrowed.
Not just from being a Husband, where the connection is buried under routine, tired glances, and unspoken “what happened to us?”
No. I want to resign from the world.
Not to run away. Not to end things.
But just… to disappear.
#DisappearingInSilence #UnseenButPresent #MentallyCheckedOut
The Invisible Weight of Expectations
Every day I wake up before the sun, and every night I collapse like a machine shutting down.
Eat. Work. Provide. Smile. Repeat.
No one asks if I’m okay.
No one sees me.
But I can’t blame them. I’ve become so good at hiding—wearing a mask labeled “I’m Fine.”
Behind the respect and titles is a man silently breaking.
#MentalHealthMatters #ManUpIsABurden #CrisisInTheQuiet
I Want to Be Forgotten
Sometimes, I wish the world would stop calling my name.
No more “Papa, help me with this.”
No more “Honey, can you fix that?”
No more “Boss, may ticket po ulit.”
No more replies. No more expectations. No more pretending.
Just peace. Just quiet.
Even if that means being forgotten.
Even if that means being ignored.
#ForgetMeSoICanHeal #LeaveMeToBreathe #ITsSilentExit
I Am Not Okay — And That’s My Truth
This isn’t a suicide note.
This isn’t a goodbye.
This is a confession.
A cry for space.
A scream in typed form.
I am burnt out.
I am lost.
I am tired of performing.
I am tired of existing for everyone but myself.
#BurnoutConfessions #ManInTheMirror #TiredOfBeingStrong
What Do I Need?
Not solutions.
Not sermons.
Not “You’ll be fine” clichés.
I just need space.
Time to pause.
To not be a supervisor.
To not be a father.
To not be a husband.
Even just for a while.
Even if it means sitting in silence for days.
Even if it means unlearning who I’ve become.
#SpaceToHeal #PermissionToRest #IdentityCrisis
To Those Who Feel the Same
If you’ve read this far and felt every word—you are not alone.
There are days when disappearing feels easier than staying.
There are nights when we whisper, “What’s the point?” into the void.
But somewhere deep inside us is a flicker, a fragile ember, waiting to feel alive again.
We just need to stop pretending.
We need to speak.
We need to feel seen.
#LetsTalkReal #InvisibleStruggles #SilentSurvivors