"Something's wrong with me," Iadmitted quietly. "I wake up tired. I go to sleep tired. And it's not like I've done anything massive." She didn't rush to fix it. She just breathed with me for a moment and then said, "You're mistaking invisible effort for 'nothing' Emotional survival takes strength. Carrying the weight of your thoughts takes strength. Being the one who holds everything together takes strength." And it landed. Hard. Because she was right.