I stayed up while my family slept. The house was quiet, but my body wasn’t. I had a sense of impending doom—the kind that settles in your chest without explanation, heavy and insistent. I tried to soothe myself the only way I knew how: a hot shower and ASMR. Steam filled the bathroom as water hit my back, and through my phone someone pretended to part my hair. The creator goes by mothcountyasmr . I let the soft tone, the careful pauses, convince me—just for a moment—that someone was there to...