I didn’t realize it was happening because nothing seemed seriously was wrong. I wasn’t having a breakdown. I wasn’t crying every night. I wasn’t waking up with a sinking feeling in my chest. I was doing what many adults do every single day: waking up, getting ready, showing up, checking things off, responding to messages, handling responsibilities, and moving on to the next thing. Press enter or click to view image in full size Photo by Madrosah Sunnah on Unsplash From the outside, everything looked fine. I was functioning. And for a long time, functioning felt like enough. I think that’s how it starts for many people. Not with disaster. Not with a giant life crisis. Not with some movie scene where everything falls apart all at once. Sometimes it starts with ordinary days. Days that look exactly like yesterday. Days where nothing is wrong enough to complain about, but nothing feels especially right either.…