There's a specific kind of exhaustion that has nothing to do with sleep. It's the tiredness of carrying invisible weight — anxious thoughts that won't quiet down, a heaviness in a room, a feeling that something around you (or inside you) needs to be cleared out. Most people try to think their way out of it. It rarely works.

There's a moment that comes to almost everyone — sitting in a hospital waiting room, lying awake at 3 a.m. with pain that won't let go, or watching someone you love grow weaker by the day. In that moment, medicine feels slow, logic feels useless, and something older and deeper stirs inside you. You want to reach for something bigger than yourself.