You come home from school and go straight to your room.
Someone notices.
“What’s wrong?”
You don’t know.
“Nothing.”
A little later, you’re crying.
“What happened?”
You shake your head.
“I don’t know.”
“Did someone do something?”
“No.”
“Are you hurt?”
“No.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
You don’t have an answer.
Someone sits with you for a while. Maybe they rub your back. Maybe they tell you it’ll be okay. Eventually, the crying stops.
Nobody is unkind.
But you still don’t know what happened inside you.