when familiar things start to feel wrong

I don’t know exactly when it started.

But something shifted.

The path I’ve walked every day felt different.
The clothes in my closet didn’t feel like mine.
My sense of self, my voice, my reflection — all still there, but slightly out of phase.

Like holding a photo of a life you’re still living… but not belonging to it anymore.

Just the hum of discomfort. The suspicion that you’ve left something invisible.

The not-quite-right moment.

You’re not running. You’re not changing places.
You’re just sitting with the dissolve.

The familiar becomes foreign.
And suddenly — it all feels too loud, too sharp, too small, too irritating for no obvious reasons. 

You’re still functioning.
But underneath it, something is slipping.

And that’s where the shift begins.