You know exactly what's wrong. You're just not ready to feel it yet.
There's something sitting in your chest that you haven't looked at directly. Not because you don't know it's there — you do. You can feel its shape in the dark. But feeling it for real means it becomes real, and real means you have to do something with it. So you stay one step removed. You've been observing it from a safe distance. Describing it from the outside. Calling it 'a thing that happened.' Making it a fact rather than an experience. The Eye sees the difference: there's the story you tell about it, and then there's the actual feeling underneath that story — the one you haven't let land yet. The grief you named without grieving. The anger you explained without expressing. The hurt you've been managing so long you forgot it was supposed to hurt. It's still there. And it's not going anywhere until you do.
Get your read — free on iPhoneyou know what's wrong. you just haven't let yourself feel it yet — and part of you hopes if you wait long enough, it will dissolve on its own.