It's 3:07 AM. I’m lying in bed, staring at the ceiling — again. I should be asleep. I want to be asleep. But for some reason, my brain seems to think now is the perfect time to process the entire history of my existence. It always starts with something small. Something dumb. “Did I lock the door?” “Did I remember to send that email?” “Did I leave the stove on?” Then it shifts — almost instantly — to things I haven’t thought about in years. That one embarrassing thing I said in high school. That text I never replied to in 2021. The way I looked at someone that one time, and whether they noticed. My body feels exhausted. My eyes are heavy. But my brain? It’s wide awake. It’s pacing the room, replaying conversations, inventing problems that don’t exist yet, and reminding me of things I have zero control over. There’s something weird about 3 AM. The world is quiet. Too quiet. And in that silence, your thoughts get loud. Louder ...