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You haven’t lost your job. You’re not sleeping in your car. You still pick your kids up from school. You’re meeting deadlines. Responding to texts. Making it all look good.

You know the playbook. You show up. You handle your responsibilities. You reply to texts with exclamation points. You refill your prescription on time. You bring wine to dinner but

You’re not falling apart. You’re not getting fired. You’re not passed out in the street. You’re waking up early. Hitting deadlines. Hosting dinner. Making people laugh. And quietly, behind all

I didn’t have a dramatic rock bottom. No DUIs. No divorce papers. No night in jail. I showed up to work every day, on time, with a smile. My email

You didn’t plan to disappear. Maybe you missed a day, then two. Maybe it was a rough week—too much stress, not enough sleep, that “I’ll go tomorrow” that stretched into

You know how to function. You always have. The client crisis, the school call, the 11th-hour emergency—you handle it. You’re the one people count on. The reliable one. The steady

You’re not falling apart—but you’re not okay. You wake up. You do the thing. You show up. You hold it together. On paper, you’re managing. In group chats, you’re funny.

It doesn’t look like rock bottom. It looks like hitting deadlines while ignoring panic attacks. It looks like folding laundry, laughing at dinner—and drinking too much after everyone’s asleep. It