Unbecoming Her

I got a full night of sleep. At least 8 hours.
But I woke up with a heavy head, tired eyes, and a kind of exhaustion sleep didn’t touch.

My head is throbbing…right in the front.
Not unbearable, just there…like something is still working behind the scenes.

And maybe that’s exactly what it is.
Because last night wasn’t just a conversation—it was digging, feeling, remembering things my mind tucked away for a reason.

Nobody really talks about this part—the day after.
When your body feels it even if you can’t fully explain it, when you’re not sad…not okay either…just somewhere in between.

Like your brain is still processing something your heart already felt.

So today isn’t for pushing or figuring everything out. It’s for slowing down, being gentle, and letting whatever shifted settle.

Some days I don’t want to be strong.
I just want to crawl under the covers and shut the world off.

And maybe today isn’t about pushing through…
Maybe it’s about resting without disappearing.

Because healing doesn’t clock out when the session ends.