You say "I'm fine" so often it doesn't feel like a lie anymore. It just feels like Tuesday.

You can't remember the last time you made a decision that started with what you wanted.

You sit down to rest and feel guilty within 90 seconds.

Your body keeps sending signals — tight shoulders, a clenched jaw, Sunday-night dread — that you've learned to call "just stress."

You over-explain every "no" like it needs a permission slip.

You give until there's nothing left — and saying that out loud feels like complaining.