Dead Soul SBTI type

Gets work done but with zero emotional involvement. Not happy when praised, not sad when criticized. Hasn't posted on social media in six months, and when they finally do, it's 'still alive.' Comes home, sits in the dark for 30 minutes. Sleeps 14 hours on weekends and still wakes up tired. It's not depression — depression hurts. DEAD doesn't hurt. DEAD just isn't there.

Monday morning alarm goes off. DEAD turns it off. Stares at the ceiling for 15 minutes. Finally messages 'taking a personal day today.' Thought of 3 versions of the excuse. Chose the simplest: 'not feeling well.'

It's not that you don't feel — you felt too much, and the system shut down to protect you. 'Dead Soul' wasn't your starting state. It's what grew in after the fire. Before that, you cared, you hoped, you got happy or sad over small things. Then one day, or one stretch of years, that switch got hard to flip back. Praise lands flat. Criticism lands flat. But occasionally — a boring commercial, a smell from nowhere — your eyes get warm for two seconds. That isn't emotion. That's the wire, still connected, just buried under years of practiced indifference. The fifteen-minute Monday ceiling-stare wasn't laziness. It was the pause of someone who used to care about Mondays and forgot where that person went. You haven't lost it. You just hid the plug somewhere even you can't find.