Never ever in my life have I been this drained -this empty, this heavy, this exhausted in ways sleep will never touch. My heart feels like it's carrying too much, like it's bruised from holding pain it never asked for. I wake up tired, I go to bed tired, and somewhere in between I keep pretending I'm fine. I don't know what to do, I don't know where to go, and I don't even know what I'm holding on to anymore. Everything feels confusing, unstable, and fragile. I'm trying to survive a version of life I don't recognize, holding myself together in silence while slowly falling apart inside.