The Funeral of a Living Man: Diary Prince

Most men do not fall apart. They just quietly stop. They keep working. They keep providing. They show up, they laugh in the right places, and by every measure anyone uses they are doing fine. Nothing breaks. Something closes, one decision at a time, until >This is a diary. One man sat down and audited himself, and then kept writing after he stopped liking what he found. What he was trusted with. What he did when nobody was watching. What he claimed before he had earned it. What it costs to start over without pretending the >There is no program here and no advice. Only the record, kept in the order it arrived, written by a man who put himself on the stand >If you have looked at your own life recently and wondered how much of it you are still awake for, this was written from inside that question.