I spent the day pouring out Iran and Islam takes, then crashing into PTSD, depression, porn coping, and Christian music, with the burnout becoming clearer the more I kept posting through it.

Once the maid left, the whole house felt harder to manage, and the day turned into family strain, hunger, nightmares, work calls, and the sense that even simple routines were suddenly unstable.

I stayed locked inside gender arguments, timing, harm, and self-justification for most of the day, and even the way I wound down still carried that same agitation.