Allah knows my heart. Others might misunderstand my good intentions, judge my words or deeds, find fault or blame what they truly do not understand. But Allah knows my heart. He knows I am learning, trying, endeavoring, to be all he created me to be.
Functional depression is draining. You joke, you work, you take care of home, but mentally you are drowning in your own thoughts. And nobody knows because you dont talk about it.
My energy has run out. I can no longer meet people. People always want you to be at your best, but I am at my worst right now. And who wants you when you are at your worst? No one.