Detox and Recovery

Even when the day ended, my body didn’t. Indoors, it felt like the switch to “off” was missing — as if rest existed in theory but never fully arrived in practice.

I was tired — deeply tired — yet indoors, rest never fully arrived. My body felt wired beneath the fatigue, as if exhaustion and readiness were somehow coexisting.

On the surface, I was calm. Inside my body, something stayed switched on. Indoors, that quiet vigilance never fully shut off — even when nothing felt emotionally wrong.

Indoors, breathing happened — but release didn’t. Even in quiet moments, my body stayed subtly tight, as if it never reached the point of letting go.

Indoors, feelings didn’t pass through — they stayed. Even after the moment ended, my body held onto the reaction longer than it did anywhere else.

Indoors, the same symptoms took up all the space. Outside, they still existed — but they didn’t crowd my awareness in the same way. That difference mattered more than I expected.

Nothing new appeared indoors — the same symptoms I had elsewhere just felt amplified. Louder. Harder to ignore. And that volume shift changed how I understood what my body was responding to.

There were days nothing was obviously off — no stress, no illness, no trigger I could name — yet indoors, my body still struggled. That contradiction took time to understand.

Even after rest, sleep, or time passing, symptoms lingered indoors. Recovery didn’t fully arrive until I changed environments — and that gap taught me something important about what my body needed.

Nothing happened suddenly. Indoors, symptoms accumulated quietly — hour by hour, day by day — until I realized I wasn’t reacting to a moment, but to duration.