I see you when there is no pause.
When the pacing doesn’t stop.
When the questions repeat.
When the agitation builds and the accusations come.
I see you living with something that never truly lets up. Something unpredictable. Something that keeps you braced, waiting for the next shift.
I see you when people say, “Is today a good day?” and you don’t know how to answer — because every day carries something hard.
If you’re living with the relentless, please know this:
Your exhaustion makes sense.
Your vigilance makes sense.
Your overwhelm is not weakness — it’s exposure.
I see you standing in something that doesn’t give you much mercy.
And I see how hard that is.