The Tremor in the Left Hand

Dear Delyara, I am standing in the staff washroom at 1:30 AM, watching a distinct, uncontrolled tremor shake the fingers of my left hand as I try to hold a plastic cup under the tap. My body is starting to drop red flags that I can no longer ignore—severe digestive pain, a racing heart rate, and an icy sweat that breaks out whenever the stress levels red-line. I’ve been running on three hours of fractured sleep for months, trying to manage our property SPV accounts during the day while pulling these massive frontline security shifts at night to cover the overheads. I can’t afford to take a single sick day or stop for a medical check, because the entire financial structure I’ve built relies completely on my physical presence in this uniform. It is a terrifying feeling to realize you are systematically breaking the machine that keeps your life alive.