It’s not that I don’t want to come. It’s not that I don’t want to be reliable. It’s not that I don’t want to answer the phone or respond to your text. I’d love to jump out of bed with a big smile, eager to take on the day. I want to be a fun friend, a helpful neighbor, the perfect family member, and a responsible adult. But sometimes I just can’t. Trust me, it’s not you. It’s me. Sometimes I get overwhelmed. Sometimes anxiety and stress consume me. Sometimes I need a nap so my heart doesn’t race right...