You know when you just… can't stop? Like, it's been six months straight, twelve-hour shifts, every day. And now I’m just… off. No appetite for the last three days, stomach feels like a knot, and I snapped at little Sarah when she asked about the béchamel. Told everyone it’s just a "minor cold," but honestly, I think I just forgot how to stop. It’s a family bistro, they NEED me, I can’t just ditch them for a weekend. I just don't know what to do.