I knew something was wrong when I stopped recognizing myself in small moments. Not dramatic moments. Small ones. Press enter or click to view image in full size pinterest.com Like standing in front of the fridge at 1AM with the door open for no reason. Driving home in complete silence because music suddenly felt exhausting. Ignoring texts from people I loved because even responding felt like another responsibility I couldn’t carry correctly. From the outside, my life still looked functional. That’s the dangerous part. People think falling apart always looks catastrophic. They picture screaming, crying, destruction. But sometimes your life collapses so quietly that nobody notices for months. Including you. For me, it started with exhaustion that sleep couldn’t fix. Then came the irritability. The numbness. The weird emotional distance from everything that used to matter to me. I’d laugh with people and feel completely disconnected while doing it, like my body showed up but the rest of me stayed home.…