I think I've been a highly functional depressed person for many years.

I hid it from my kiddo. The grief and fear. I kept pushing and believing and trying. I just knew it had to get better because I cared so much and tried so hard.

Now I think I'm crashing. I don't care about anything except my son. I sleep a lot. I stopped talking to people. I don't eat. Showering less. I'm not doing the things I need to do and I'm so tired of caring.

I've always been my only support and thought I was so strong. I don't want to be strong anymore. I'm so tired.

To those of you that don't want to look at me, please just block me. I really don't give a shit about losing people. I've sucked it up so many times I don't believe being strong matters for anything.

I'm no quitter. I'll never give up. But I can't move. I'm so so tired.