I Am The Winner, Not Them
You know what nobody really talks about? The kind of depression that lets you function. The kind where you're showing up. You're getting dressed, taking pictures and posting highlights. You're laughing at jokes and being the friend people actually want around. You're being a good daughter, a good sister, a good partner, a good colleague. You're going to the gym and doing your skincare routine like clockwork. You're checking every box society says you're supposed to check. And somehow, nobody realizes you’re falling apart, not even you. I’ve been there for months. I was functioning so well that I almost convinced myself nothing was wrong. I'd wake up and go like I was on autopilot, just moving through the day and performing a role I'd memorized too well. Get dressed. Show up. Do the work. Smile. And the weird part? It actually worked. Or so I thought But inside, there was this black hole. A literal void that no amount of productivity, self care, r...