There are days when nothing is obviously wrong, yet by the time evening arrives you feel as if you’ve been carrying something heavy since the moment you woke up.
You went to work. You answered messages. You spoke to people. Maybe you laughed, got things done, had lunch, made plans, and went through the day exactly as you were supposed to. If someone asked what was wrong, you might not even know what to tell them.
Nothing happened.
At least, nothing you could easily point to.
Still, you’re tired.
Not always the kind of tired that sleep fixes. It’s the exhaustion of having a mind that rarely leaves anything alone.
It can start before you even get out of bed. You reach for your phone to check the time and notice a message. The reply is shorter than you expected. There is nothing openly wrong with it, but something feels different. You read it again.
Maybe they’re busy.
You put the phone down.

