Sometimes though, the failure is that profoundly big and so soul destroying that a recovery of any kind is a long way off. You’re hoping that maybe you will actually survive it - with your life.
What do you do when you really blow it so big you lose such a part of yourself where you aren’t the same anymore. You can’t do life let alone consider what to do next.
I have never seen anyone write about that. Write about what the hell you do when the house of cards you have been holding up 20 hours a day finally falls? And the resulting avalanche takes your business, your home, your marriage, friends and your health.
Find me an answer to that reality and then maybe all the feel good redemption and courage in quitting stories might have some sort of real purpose other than “Woe is me”.