You’ve always been the one who can handle it. The one who remembers everyone’s appointments. The one who notices the mood shift in the room. The one who can predict the problem before it becomes a problem. The one who keeps the group text alive, the pantry stocked, the school forms signed, the calendar organized, the birthdays celebrated, the conflict managed. From the outside, it looks like competence. But on the inside, it can feel like a brain that never gets to clock out.