I just… I sit here at 2:17 AM for the third night this week, scrolling, and I don't get it. Leo finally went down, my mom’s asleep after her fall, and I just feel this… flatline. All day it's "Mommy, water!" or "Did you take your pills, Mom?" and I perform, I function, I hit every single caregiving metric. But then the quiet hits, and I'm just… *blank*. Is this depersonalization? Am I just burnt out, or is there genuinely nothing left in here for *me*? I look at my hands and think, whose hands are these, these hands that wipe noses and measure meds and type this stupid post. God.