Will Get Back to You When the Noise in My Head Stops Do you know that feeling when you wake up already exhausted? No, you didn’t do anything. You just lived inside your own brain, which feels like carrying a backpack full of bricks that someone occasionally sets on fire. I’m not even sure anymore if I’m tired, anxious, introverted, mentally ill, or just... the Balkan version of a 2025 mother. In any case — it’s not something I’d put on my CV. Sometimes I think: “Maybe I shoul