There is a particular kind of confusion that doesn’t come from chaos. It comes from consistency — a slow, quiet erosion of your confidence in your own thoughts, your own memory, your own perception of what is real. You find yourself replaying conversations in your head at 2 AM. You wonder whether you overreacted. You apologise for things you can’t quite name. You feel responsible for the emotional atmosphere of a relationship you had no hand in creating. And yet, if someone a