I looked at the week ahead in the calendar and felt physically ambushed

Dear Delyara, Nothing on it was impossible alone. That’s what made it so heavy together. A doctor’s appointment. A school meeting. A work deadline. One social thing I no longer had the emotional range for but hadn’t yet found the courage to cancel. One bill due. One child’s project. One family expectation. I stood there with the pen in my hand and could feel my chest tighten at the sight of my own life written down in small boxes. Stress is often just accumulation with a neat font.