Another sleepless night.

No real reason I can point to—just a heavy mind and a restless heart. Some thoughts I’ve carried for years, others just show up when the world gets quiet.

It’s frustrating, honestly. I’m tired, but I can’t seem to rest. And I know I’m not the only one who has nights like this, where your body’s exhausted but your soul feels wide awake.

I don’t need advice or answers right now—just letting it out. Sometimes that’s enough.