I told my boss no, I don't need a mental health day. My supervisor, she looked at me, really looked. I just… I couldn't say yes. How can I take a day when I’m barely making rent? Every single day, I sit there, listening to the most awful stories – awful, truly awful – and I feel nothing. Not even a flicker. Just numb. Is that weird? Does everyone feel this? I fake the empathy, I fake the concern, but inside, just... emptiness. And I can't afford to stop, not even for a day. I just can't.