anyone else find themselves sort of just... sitting on the floor in the pantry at 2am after everyone else is asleep, maybe just crying silently into a bag of chips, feeling kinda invisible but also REALLY SEEN by that overhead light? like watching your hands get all puffy and older looking and thinking how did i even get here, to this point, just after getting the kiddo to finally settle down, and then wondering am i the only one who feels this sort of strange mix of complete exhaustion and utterly alone?