I missed morning rounds today. Or rather, I was late. Forty minutes late. Because instead of getting dressed, instead of reviewing patient charts, instead of doing the thing my entire life is supposedly built around right now, I was in bed. Scrolling. Just scrolling through disaster after disaster. A new war, a flood, some poor kid who got lost, another politician saying something utterly monstrous. And I couldn’t stop. It was like I was glued, like the sheer weight of all that sorrow was holding me down, literally pinning me to the mattress while my alarm blared and my phone buzzed with texts from the chief resident. Forty minutes. That's a huge chunk of time in a day that’s already stretched thin, barely enough hours to cram in sleep, let alone, you know, _being a person_. And the worst part? A huge part of me just… didn't care. Not about being late. Not about the dirty looks I got when I finally rushed in, hair half-wet, scrubs wrinkled. Not even really about the patients, not in that moment, not with the kind of immediate, burning urgency that used to define me. It's like a switch flipped. Or more accurately, it's like a switch has been slowly corroding for months now, ever since _he_ started residency, ever since I became… this. This person who used to be someone else, someone with ambitions and a life beyond diapers and playdates and the constant, soul-crushing hum of domesticity. Now I’m just… here. And I’m so tired. So bone-deep, existential tired that sometimes the only thing that feels real is the sheer scale of global suffering. Like maybe that’s the only truth anymore. I used to dream of this, you know? Of this life. The scrubs, the hospital, the feeling of doing something important. And now, I just want to lie in bed and feel the world burn around me, because at least that's a feeling, a raw, undeniable feeling, instead of this hollow ache. We’re all just trying to keep it together, aren’t we? All of us, pretending we’re not unraveling. But what if some of us are just… meant to unravel? What if the fabric was always too thin?