An 8-hour drive, a fibromyalgia flare, and a 5-year-old full of energy—spring break didn’t come quietly. But somewhere between the chaos and the pain, there were moments I’ll never forget.

I don’t feel like myself lately. Not in a way that demands attention—but in a quiet, unsettling way. My body feels loud, and I’m learning what it means to stay present in pain I can’t fully explain.