For the first time in months — maybe even years — I’m on my own. No responsibilities, no one to feed, no appointments to track, no questions waiting for answers. The silence should feel peaceful, but it doesn’t. It feels unfamiliar. My mind is quieter, yet I can still sense the residual responsibility sitting underneath […]

What do I want to do now? What do I even like anymore? Who am I when I’m not doing things for everyone else? Where did the person I used to be go? Am I still happy? When do I get to live the life I want? And the worst one — the one that hits me in the chest — Am I the problem?