When I was young, and something had gone wrong with a friend, I would go to my mother wanting to be held. What I usually got instead was a question. What did you do? What did you say? She probably didn’t mean to hurt you, are you sure you understood her right? Look at your…
(and What We Can Do About It) There’s a particular kind of tiredness that doesn’t always look dramatic. It’s the deep, quiet kind, the one that hums beneath the surface as you go through your day. You still show up, get things done, and smile when needed. But inside, you know: this kind of tired…