I just… I can’t do this anymore. I really can’t. My brain feels like static. And I swear, I’m gonna lose it. Tonight was just… the last straw. I’m sitting in this meeting, right? It’s for the budget, and it’s already 6 PM, which means it’s going to go for *hours*. And Ms. Thompson, our senior exec, she’s there. And she’s already had like, four coffees. I counted. And she gets up, paces around, like a caged animal almost, and she’s like, “I’m just high-energy, everyone!” And then she sends her assistant to get her FIFTH coffee. At 6 PM. I almost laughed. (It was more like a choke, actually). High-energy? No. You’re fueled by caffeine and pure, unadulterated stress. And I’m sitting there, trying to make my eyes focus on these spreadsheets, and all I can think about is my mom. My mom, who’s probably trying to give my sister her medicine, and my sister, who’s probably fighting her on it. And my mom will call me, probably around 8, asking what she should do, and I’ll have to walk her through it, again. And I’m going to be in this meeting, pretending like I care about next quarter’s projections, when all I care about is if my mom remembers the correct dosage. And Ms. Thompson is talking about "synergies" and I'm just thinking, if I get home too late, my mom won't sleep. I wanted to scream. I really did. I wanted to just stand up and yell, “Ms. Thompson, you’re not high-energy, you’re about to have a heart attack! And I’m about to fall asleep and probably get fired because my brain is fried from dealing with everyone else’s problems all day!” But I didn’t. Obviously. I just smiled and nodded and pretended to take notes. And I watched her sip that fifth coffee and try to sell us on some insane new marketing campaign. And she kept saying how she just *loves* being productive late into the evening. Like it’s some kind of superpower. It’s not a superpower. It’s a sickness. And I’m catching it, I think. Because I got home at 10:30, after the meeting finally ended, and I talked my mom down, and I made sure my sister was okay, and now it’s almost 2 AM. And I’m still awake. And I’m staring at my ceiling. And all I can think about is that damn coffee and those spreadsheets and how tired I am. I’m just so tired. (And a little bit angry). And I just want to sleep for like, three days. Without anyone calling me. Or needing anything. Just sleep. But I know that’s not happening. Not ever.