You are exhausted. Not just physically, but the kind of deep, bone-tired exhaustion that comes from carrying too many versions of yourself. For weeks (months? years?) you have been pulled in every direction: the attentive partner, the flawless employee, the always-available friend, the person who never says “no.” Tonight, the walls of your own mind feel like they’re flickering, like a screen with too many tabs open.
“Come,” she says softly, patting the space in front of her. “You don’t have to perform in here.” Pov Overdose - Scene 9- Lucy Thai
Lucy leans forward. She doesn’t touch you—not yet. She just breathes, slow and full, and invites you to follow. “Close your eyes,” she says. “And let me help you remember something you’ve forgotten.” You are exhausted