You are exhausted. Not just physically, but the kind of deep, bone-tired exhaustion that comes from carrying too many versions of yourself. For weeks (months? years?) you have been pulled in every direction: the attentive partner, the flawless employee, the always-available friend, the person who never says “no.” Tonight, the walls of your own mind feel like they’re flickering, like a screen with too many tabs open.
She doesn’t ask, “How are you?” because she already sees. Pov Overdose - Scene 9- Lucy Thai
You stand a little taller. The overload isn’t gone forever, but tonight, you have a tool. A breath. A stone. And the quiet memory of someone who saw your struggle and answered not with advice, but with stillness. You are exhausted
You close your eyes.
“Come,” she says softly, patting the space in front of her. “You don’t have to perform in here.” The overload isn’t gone forever, but tonight, you