I spent Sunday fighting something I couldn't name at first. It wasn't sadness. It wasn't quite fear. It was a low, humming agitation that sat just under my skin all day — the kind that makes you snap at the person you love most over something that doesn't matter, then feel terrible about it ten minutes later. I'd had a month off. A real one...

You've tried harder. Stayed later. Gotten up earlier. You've color-coded planners, downloaded time-blocking apps, and whispered "I just need to be more disciplined" while driving home forty minutes after you said you'd leave. And still — it never balances. Not the 108-block day when your colleague sat in his office scrolling his phone while you worked through your lunch. Not the Tuesday you made it home for bedtime only to open your laptop at 9pm to finish charting. Not the m