Just a shell
What Burned Me Built Me
I used to believe that the place I worked for meant something. That our mission was shared. That our values were real. That if you showed up with honesty, effort, and a willingness to carry more than your share — you’d be met with respect. Or at least, fairness.
I was wrong.
Disappointment
What hurts isn’t the exit itself. What hurts is realizing that the foundation I stood on was never really there at all. That the culture I believed in — the one I helped build — was, in the end, just an image.
That when things got hard, the masks stayed on, and the people I trusted turned away.
The Pull to React
For a while, I wanted to fight. Not because I love conflict, but because the silence felt like betrayal.
I wanted to prove something. To show them they were wrong about me. To remind them that I was worth more than the way they let me go.
But I’ve chosen a different path.
Stillness
I won’t drag names through the mud. I won’t post receipts or pass around whispers. Not because they deserve protection — but because I deserve peace.
What I build next will be louder than anything I could say.
What Comes Next
I have ideas. Good ones. Open source, threat hunting on a budget, monitoring stacks that actually work, stories about real resilience in the face of bullshit.
I know what I’ve built. I know what I can offer. And I’ll keep showing up — not for them, but for the part of me that never wanted to be anything but real.
Final Note
To those who watched in silence as I burned — I hope the quiet served you well.
To those who ever believed in me — I’m still here.
And to myself — This is where it begins again. With truth, and with clarity.
“The fire that consumed my old world is now the light that guides me forward.”