Functional depression is real. You work, joke around, you show kindness, take care of people around you. But mentally you're drowning in your own thoughts but still smiling and nobody knows it
I hope I don't meet another year like 2026. A year that tested my faith, broke me in places I didn't know could break, gave me hope, took it away, and somehow taught me to keep going. I’ve lost, learned, loved, prayed, cried and grown. And honestly, that’s enough😔
I think one of the craziest things about me is how long I can carry emotional pain without anybody noticing. I will still laugh, Still answer texts. Still call. Still show up. Still make people feel loved. All while quietly falling apart in ways nobody thinks to ask about...
Nobody talks about how tiring and mentally draining it is when your mood is always switching between "it's okay, i don't care, i'm fine" to "idk how much more i can take of this"
I LOVE polite people so much. Soft spoken, heavy on please and thank you and just gentle with how they interact with the world. My favorite type of people.