You are not "just fine" — and your body knows it.
I want to talk about something I see constantly. People carrying enormous, complicated, exhausting loads — and when you ask how they're doing, the answer is always the same: "I'm fine." Here's the thing about "fine." It's not neutral. It's what we say when we've quietly stopped expecting anything better. The little things don't go away just because you push through them. They stack. A hard conversation. A night you couldn't sleep. A moment you held it together when every part of you was screaming not to. Each one is a small rock in your shoe — and you keep walking, because what else are you going to do? Your nervous system is keeping score even when you're not. Every unprocessed moment gets filed away in your body as unfinished business. Over time, that backlog is what shows up as exhaustion that sleep doesn't fix, snapping at people you love, a world that's gone a little flat. It's not weakness. It's biology — a system running on overload with no opportunity to reset.