One day, the country slipped into the wrong hands and the rest is…making history. Not the kind you frame. Not the kind you teach with pride. The kind you read about later and whisper, we should’ve known. My generation has never felt anything like this. Not even after September 11. And that’s saying something because that day felt like the sky itself had been ripped open. Literal doom broadcast live. But here’s the part that unsettles me most: back then, I felt everything. Now, I often feel numb, as if my system forces itself to restart. That frightens me. I’m one of the most outspoken people among my peers, and…