**Journal Entry Random I don’t feel that happy today. I was doing okay for a couple days actually, not just okay, like _happy_. I felt light. Like maybe I was crawling out of whatever fog I’ve been under. Then day three hit and something shifted. I won’t get into the exact details, but it was one of those things where your stomach drops a little and your brain suddenly feels too loud. The kind of thing that makes your chest feel tight even when you’re trying to act like it’s fine. I cried yesterday like a full 20 minutes. It wasn’t dramatic, but it was real. Kinda like a panic attack, but quieter. More internal. The kind you can hide if someone walks in, but it still shakes you. Now today I just feel _off_. Not fully sad, but like... empty? Detached? Like I want to disappear for a bit. Not forever, just a day or two. I wanna be in my bed under a blanket with music in my ears and nobody needing anything from me. No conversations. No expectations. Just quiet. Also my uterus feels like it’s about to fall out...but that’s another story. All I know is I’m tired. Emotionally tired. Family stuff has been weighing on me, and I think I’m just past the point of pretending it’s not. I can’t even fake “fine” today. And honestly, I don’t want to. I just wanna exist quietly for a while.