I Went Missing for a Month, Here’s Why
For the past month, I’ve been quiet.
Not because I had nothing to say. But because I was trying to figure out what happened to me. Somewhere along the way, I slowly disappeared. The encounter with the fortune teller as mentioned in my previous post made me reflect a lot.
Not physically. But mentally. Emotionally. Personally.
I realized I was no longer living as me. I was functioning as a Husband. A Father. An Employee. But not as an individual.
It sounds dramatic, maybe even selfish. After all, aren’t these roles what adulthood is about?
Yes. But here’s the problem: when you become only your roles, you forget the person inside them.
Let me show you what my life looks like.
Monday to Friday
5:30am: Wake up
Get myself ready
Prepare the kids for childcare
6:50am: Leave the house
7:15am: Drop the kids off
Before 8:30am: Reach the office
From 8:30am to 5:30pm: Corporate life. Meetings. Deadlines. Targets. Repeat.
5:30pm: Rush out
6:10pm: Reach childcare before 7pm cut-off
At home, the maid showers the kids while my wife and I quickly shower too.
Dinner together: home-cooked, thankfully.
Playtime with the kids.
9:30pm: Put them to sleep.
10:00pm: Workout.
11:00pm: Shower again.
And that’s it.
By then, I’m exhausted. Too tired to read. Too tired to think. Too tired to just be.
Weekends?
Either my in-laws’ place or my parents’ place.
Whole day gone: just like that.
So what is wrong?
Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining.
My wife runs the same marathon every single day. We are a team. We share the load. We love our children. We’re grateful.
But here’s the truth no one talks about:
When every day looks the same, you slowly become mechanical.
You wake up. You execute. You sleep.
You function: but you don’t feel.
The only breathing space I have is during office hours. Between 8:30am and 5:30pm, I get small pockets of time because of my role. I use them to work on my side hustle, get a massage, or sit alone with a cup of coffee.
Those pockets feel like oxygen.
And that scared me.
Because it means the only time I feel like myself is squeezed in between responsibilities.
That’s not healthy.
Not because routine is bad: routine keeps families stable.
But when routine replaces identity, something inside you starts fading.
You stop asking:
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What excites me?
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What do I enjoy?
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What makes me grow?
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Who am I becoming?
You just survive.
And surviving is not the same as living.
So I went missing for a month.
I stepped back. I reflected. I observed myself.
I realized that if I continue like this for the next 10, 20, 30 years, I might wake up one day successful in my roles: but completely disconnected from myself.
And that would be the real loss.
This month wasn’t about escaping responsibility.
It was about redesigning my life so that I don’t lose myself while fulfilling it.
Because being a good husband and father does not mean sacrificing your identity.
In fact, the best version of them comes from a man who knows who he is.
I’m still figuring it out.
Still adjusting.
Still experimenting.
But at least now, I’m awake.
And this time, I’m not disappearing again.
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