You didn’t disconnect. You just grew quiet from carrying too much.
Somewhere along the scroll, you stopped reacting. Not because you stopped caring, but because there was nowhere left for the caring to land.
This isn’t burnout. It’s something quieter. Like a soul running out of shelf space.
I found a reflection that put this feeling into words. It’s not loud. It doesn’t try to fix. It just… sees.
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