A few months ago, I was sitting in my car in a grocery store parking lot, finishing a handful of pretzels that definitely were meant to be a snack not a situation . I was tired. Not the “didn’t-sleep-well” kind of tired, but the “I’ve-been-carrying-everything-for-too-long” kind. You know that kind of tired. I had just finished a conversation that didn’t go the way I hoped. Nothing dramatic — just one of those moments where words get tangled, feelings get loud, and suddenly I