There's a feeling you've been carrying for years...

It shows up in the car after drop-off. In the quiet after everyone's asleep. On days that are supposed to be good.

No event. No story. No reason you could point to. It arrives without warning, and it leaves without explaining itself.

You've filed it under tired. Under hormones. Under "I have a good life, I shouldn't feel this." You've explained it away so many times you've gotten good at it.

Here's what I want you to know: it is not random. It has a name. 

And it isn't the one you think.