You opened a delivery app twenty minutes ago. You're not particularly hungry-at least you don't think so. But something's happening inside you, something uncomfortable and unnamed, and scrolling through restaurant menus feels easier than trying to figure out what it is.
Maybe someone asked how you were doing earlier, and you said "fine" because what else were you supposed to say? You didn't have another answer ready. You still don't.
This happens more often than you'd admit. Someone cancels plans and your chest tightens, but you can't tell if you're disappointed or relieved or angry or all three at once. A work email lands badly and suddenly you're thinking about what's in the fridge. A conversation leaves you drained but you'd struggle to explain why.
The feelings are there. You know they're there. They just don't come with names attached.