I know this isn't like, a huge deal, and it's probably just me being dramatic, but I'm just sitting here staring at a pile of dishes and I genuinely feel like I CANNOT move. Like, my brain just... won't let me. It's not even a particularly big pile, you know? Just a sink full of breakfast stuff and a few things from dinner last night, but it looks like Mount Everest right now and my entire body feels like it's made of lead. And I just cleaned the kitchen yesterday, and I feel like such a failure because I can't even keep up with basic household chores, and it’s not fair to [child's name] because they deserve a clean house and a mom who isn't just... staring blankly at the sink at midnight. And then I start thinking about their meds, and the next appointment, and the special diet, and my own parents called me again today about their doctor's visit, and work was insane, and it just piles up and up and up until I just want to curl into a ball and disappear. And it’s not even that I’m tired, not really. I mean, I am always tired, obviously, who isn't? But this is different, like a mental block, almost like a form of executive dysfunction, you know? Like my brain is saying "do the thing" but my body is completely disconnected and just... frozen. And I just keep thinking about how tomorrow is another day of being "on" from the second my alarm goes off, and making sure [child's name] has everything they need for school and their therapy, and getting myself ready for work, and then work itself, and then coming home and doing it all again. And I just see the dishes and I know if I start them, it’s just another thing I have to do, and another thing, and another, and it never EVER ends, and I just feel this heavy, crushing weight that just makes me want to cry, but I can't even do that because I’m so numb. And it's stupid, it really is. It's just dishes. But it feels like everything, like this one pile of dishes is just… symbolic of everything else I can’t quite manage to stay on top of, and everyone else seems to be doing it, you know? Like all my friends have these perfect houses and careers and they're always doing fun things, and I’m just here, feeling paralyzed by a sink full of plates. And I just wonder what’s wrong with me, and why I can’t just... do the dishes. Like, literally just do the dishes. It’s not a hard task. And I'm sitting here typing this out instead of just getting it done and that just makes me feel even worse. I just don't understand it.