Today I cried over spilled milk. Literally—almond milk, running down the side of my daughter's stroller in a hotel parking lot. For two minutes, I was convinced the meltdown was about the milk. It wasn't. It was a week and a half of early mornings, long drives, no sleep, and a nervous system waving a white flag while I insisted we could fit in one more thing. The milk was just the last straw. Here's what I'm learning about the exhaustion under the small stuff—and why catching

A night of night terrors, exhaustion, and emotional pressure spills into a near-miss kitchen fire — a raw reflection on nervous system overload, burnout, and what happens when the body finally demands attention. Blending astrology, real life, and dark humor, this piece explores why collapse isn’t failure, but a signal.