I Couldn’t Answer “What’s Wrong?” Properly

Dear Delyara, I was quieter than usual, and someone noticed. That should have felt comforting. Instead, it made me panic slightly, because I did not know how to explain the truth without sounding ridiculous. What is wrong? Everything small. Too many things. Not one disaster. Just life, pressing. Money. Noise. Body. Mood. Motherhood. Tiredness. The shape of everything. So I said, “Nothing, I’m just tired.” And the moment closed. I have been thinking about that all evening. How many truths never get spoken because they do not fit into one clean answer.