You remember who you used to be.

Somewhere between doing everything for everyone else, she got quieter. And then quieter still. Until you couldn't quite hear her anymore.

The fog. The exhaustion. The anxiety that never fully switches off. The feeling that you're rushing through your life but not actually living it.

You are not broken. You are not too far gone.

You are simply overdue a return to yourself.

This is where you come back.