I did not understand the shape of hurt when it first arrived. I thought pain was loud, an event, a rupture, a breaking noise you could point to and say there. I thought it would announce itself with clarity. Instead, it seeped in like fog, rearranging the landscape without asking…
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The Unmistakable Sign of the Night Dreads of Insomnia
This piece reflects on how recurring insomnia often signals burnout rather than restlessness. It explores the pattern of dread that appears when avoidance can no longer hold.