You can feel it, that undercurrent of anxiety, the one that makes your stomach knot and your heart race. You know what’s coming, but you don’t know when. Maybe a slammed door, a raised voice, or the silent treatment that lasts for days. You learned early on what it feels like to walk on eggshells, to anticipate the next blowup before it happens, to shrink yourself until you’re invisible in hopes of keeping the peace.