The Disoriented Horizon

Dear Delyara, I am standing near the fence line at 12:45 AM, watching the headlights of long-distance lorries move down the bypass, feeling a profound, terrifying sense of internal displacement. I hold a university degree in Business Management and Marketing, yet I am spending the prime years of my life wearing a high-vis jacket, checking padlock seals in the dark. The structured, professional path I thought I was building has completely shattered, leaving me in an emotional wasteland. I don't know who I am anymore when I look in the mirror. Am I the entrepreneur developing premium digital platforms? Am I the designer creating gold artifacts? Or am I just the guy on the night shift trying to keep from going under? The confusion is a constant, suffocating fog that makes every decision feel impossible.