I’m a prisoner

in my own home… I would never wish this feeling onto anyone, not even my worst enemies. It’s the kind of exhaustion that doesn’t come from chores or not sleeping enough…it comes from walking on eggshells, from knowing a single undone task can turn into a storm. I’m tired of shrinking myself just to keep the peace. I’m tired of being spoken to like I’m a problem instead of a person. I deserve softness. I deserve respect. I deserve to breathe.