It’s after midnight, and the family is in bed, but I am still up. The house is quiet, and I find myself wandering through my thoughts in the dark. I feel tangled inside—a mix of restlessness and heaviness, but I can’t quite put a name to it. There’s an emptiness, a sort of floating feeling, like I’m suspended between wanting to sleep and being afraid to let my mind settle. I have moments when I feel sad for no obvious reason, and others when I just feel numb. Not knowing how