That day where the only good thing that happened is that you made it through.
Sometimes you have a bunch of those days in a row.
Nothing is wrong, persay.
You’re just so damn tired.
Three nights in a row of sleeping 10+ hours barely takes the edge off.
Then, on night 4, you stay up a little later because you feel a little better. You get in bed and get chased around by a cat looking for head scratches.
Then you know everything is going to be fine, that you just need some rest and hot tea and distance and perspective.
And lots of cat head scratches.