I just laughed, a real honest laugh, at some dumb joke in a board meeting, and all I could think about was the sweat on my palms. Wiping them on my trousers, sneaky, hoping no one noticed the tremor. Not a big deal, right? Just a bit of nerves. But it wasn’t nerves. It was the feeling, the wave, that this whole thing is fake, all of it – the confident smiles, the PowerPoint decks, my whole DAMN life where I’m expected to have it together, after I spent the last three hours cleaning up puke and negotiating bedtime. It's too much. It's all too much.