You know, sometimes you just… reach a kind of saturation point, I guess. Like, you cancel plans with friends – just dinner, nothing major, you were even looking forward to it – because the sheer cognitive load of pretending to be okay, of engaging in reciprocal social discourse, it just feels like… too much. After a whole day of managing my brother’s latest destabilization, then trying to keep up with work, then my kid needs help with math homework I barely remember, I mean I don't even — whatever. It’s not even sadness, really, more like a complete depletion of… a sort of emotional bandwidth, maybe. Just total psychic exhaustion.