Sometimes I wake up with an ache I can’t name. It’s not the usual kind of sadness — not about a lost love or a missed opportunity. It’s softer, stranger. Like remembering a melody from a dream that won’t fully return. If you’ve ever felt that kind of longing — the sense that home isn’t a physical location — you’re not alone. Many of us who identify as empaths, lightworkers, or starseeds carry that same invisible nostalgia: homesick for a place that doesn’t exist on any map. The Ache of Rem...