For 25 years, the sound of Mr. David’s morning routine was the steady hum of the house. The coffee maker gurgling at 6 a.m., the rustle of his work shirts, the definitive click of the front door at 7:15 a.m.—it was the rhythm of a life built on purpose and pride. He was a senior architect, a man who built things that would outlast him. His identity was deeply intertwined with his work.Then one Tuesday, the rhythm stopped. The company was "restructuring," a word that felt too soft for the hard reality of his job being eliminated. At 55, David.......