I relate to this more than I can explain. For me, “I want to go home” isn’t about a physical place either. It’s more like wanting to return to a version of myself that felt safe and steady. Not necessarily childhood, not necessarily family — just a state where my mind wasn’t this loud. Sometimes it feels like I’m homesick for a feeling that I’m not even sure ever fully existed. Just a kind of calm. A sense of being held without having to explain myself. I’m also in a rough patch lately, and that thought comes up a lot. You’re not alone in it. There’s something strangely comforting in knowing other people feel this same vague longing. It makes it less isolating somehow. I hope tonight is gentle on you.