
There's a version of it at 3am with Hazel. She won't settle. Nothing you try works. You're lying there doing the maths on when the next feed is or how long you have left to sleep before you need to get up. Somewhere in the middle of it, you start to think this is just how life is now. Permanent. Like the reset button got removed.
Then morning comes. The day resets. (I know, I just said it couldn't)
Work does the same thing, sort of. A decision doesn't go your way. A relationship goes sideways and you're still not sure exactly how. Something you quietly backed stops working and there's a window where you already know it but you haven't said it out loud yet.
That happens to nearly everyone. And that's okay.
"You can't always control what happened, but you can control how long you carry it."


