Jaw set. Shoulders slightly up. Breath held somewhere in the chest. You've been holding everything together for so long that your body has decided this is just what standing upright feels like.

And here's the strange part even when the week is quiet, even when nothing is actually wrong, letting go still feels risky. Like the moment you soften, something will slip.

That's not a discipline problem. It's a nervous system that learned, a long time ago, that vigilance keeps you safe. Your body isn't broken. It's protecting you, it's just still protecting you from something that already passed.