I don’t always know why I feel low. Nothing obvious has happened. There isn’t a big problem I can point at. Life hasn’t fallen apart. And yet, something doesn’t feel right. That’s usually the hardest part. When there’s no clear reason, you start questioning yourself instead. You tell yourself you’re being dramatic. Or ungrateful. Or that you should just get on with it. None of that actually helps. Sometimes it’s not one thing. It’s lots of small things that never really got dealt with. Stress that never fully went away. Tiredness that built up slowly. Feelings that got pushed aside because there wasn’t space for them at the time. You don’t always notice it happening. You just notice the weight later. For me, it can feel like...