Let’s be honest: the ONLY person who truly understands your emotional chaos, your sudden need to hide under a blanket, and your occasional desire to disappear from the human race…
is your daughter.

Everyone else offers advice, solutions, or inspirational quotes.
Your daughter?
She just goes:
“Yep… get into bed, Mum. I’ll call you when the world behaves again.”

And honestly, that’s the kind of emotional support money cannot buy.

Because here’s the truth — you’re not ashamed, you’re not to blame, and you’re not broken.
You just need to escape for a few hours before society tries you again.

Some people go to the gym.
Some meditate.
Some scream into a pillow.
You?
You choose the electric blanket + dog therapy + tactical withdrawal from humanity combo.
Highly effective. Low effort. Zero judgement.

And one day — yes — these feelings will ease, fade, stop ambushing you at 3 p.m. for absolutely no reason.
And life will feel “normal” again.

Whatever normal is.
(Still waiting for someone to define that scientifically, because frankly, it sounds made up.)

But until then?
You’re surviving.
You’re healing.
You’re laughing.
You’re escaping when you need to.
And your daughter — the only PhD-certified expert in You — is right there cheering you on.

Honestly… you’re doing better than half the population.
At least you KNOW when you need a break.

And your electric blanket never gaslights you.
Which is more than we can say for 90% of society.