You updated your LinkedIn profile to say you're "exploring new opportunities." You told your family you're taking some time to figure out the next step. You organized your desk drawers for the first time in three years.
And then you ate standing up in front of the open refrigerator, not because you were hungry, but because the apartment was too quiet and the afternoon stretched ahead of you without shape.
Nobody warned you that losing your job could mean losing your identity in ways that make your body search for something-anything-to fill the space.