You don't think of yourself as depressed. Depressed people stay in bed, they can't function. Depressed is visibly falling apart in ways other people notice and worry about. You are doing none of that. You are showing up, getting things done. Managing your life, your work, your family, your obligations.... all of it, every single day. You just don't feel anything while you're doing it. And that's the part that's hard to explain. Not that you're falling apart — you're not. It's

It's not you. Well, it is you. But not in the way you think. Something happened recently and you overreacted. Or at least that's what you told yourself afterward when the anger had passed and the guilt had settled in and you were replaying the moment trying to figure out what is wrong with you. Maybe it was something small. Someone left dishes in the sink again. Someone interrupted you. Someone asked you one more thing when you had nothing left to give. And you didn't just ge

You are so tired of yourself. Not in a self-pity way, but maybe in a deeper, more unsettling way. You're tired of performing, of showing up as the version of yourself that everyone around you recognizes... Tired of saying you're fine when you're not. And maybe you're feeling the loneliness of living a life that looks right from the outside and feels hollow or confusing from the inside. You don't know when it started. There was no single moment. All of this just crept in... Th