There’s something called functional depression.
It’s real and it hides very well.
You’re doing everything you’re supposed to do. you go to work, you show up for people, you even laugh and gist like nothing is wrong.
But deep down, you’re not okay.
You’re tired in a way you can’t explain..like you do things, but there’s no real joy in it. It just feels like something you have to get through, like you’re on autopilot.
People look at you and think you’re fine because you’re “functioning.” They don’t see how heavy it feels just to get through a normal day. They don’t see how quiet everything is inside you.
And you don’t even know how to explain it without sounding dramatic, so you keep it to yourself and keep going.
Maturing is realizing when you wake up randomly at 3am or 4am you’re supposed to pray. Over your home, over your children. Then sit and listen to what God tells you to do next