You don’t need the right words to start.

Running on empty, dreading Monday by Saturday afternoon, and rest that never quite refills the tank.

A racing heart before the meeting, a tight chest for no clear reason, and a mind that won’t stop scanning for what might go wrong.

Too many tabs open in your head, a to-do list that grows faster than you can tick it, and the urge to just hide.

Replaying conversations, rewriting texts and running every possible outcome before you make a single decision.

Bone tired at 9pm, wide awake at 11pm, and staring at the ceiling again at 3am.

Sleeping eight hours and still waking up heavy, hitting the wall by 3pm and running on coffee.

Things that used to light you up feel grey, and getting through the day takes more than it should.

Going through the motions, watching your own life from a step away, and not feeling much of anything.

The world carried on, the messages stopped, and you’re still reaching for your phone to tell them something.

A full calendar, a busy group chat, and still nobody you’d call at 2am.

Waking at 3am drenched, forgetting words mid-sentence, and feeling like a stranger in your own body.

Shoulders up by your ears, a jaw you can’t unclench and a back that aches by mid-afternoon.