In a world full of constant input, it’s easy to lose sight of your own inner voice.

It usually arrives without warning.

That subtle tightness in your chest. The creeping sense of dread. A heaviness that builds as the light begins to fade on a Sunday evening. You’ve had a restful weekend (or maybe you haven’t) and yet, the feeling comes anyway.

There’s a moment many of us know far too well. You’re staring at your laptop, hovering over an email, or standing in the kitchen wondering what you walked in for. You feel like your brain has simply… stalled. And with that pause comes the sinking feeling: “What’s wrong with me?”