High functioning depression was a bitch. On the outside, everyone saw this put together, confident, powerhouse of a woman. Someone that would enter any courtroom with her claws extended and ready. I was the person who called and checked in on everyone and was down to show up with takeout and drinks when any of my girls needed me. Meanwhile, on the inside, I was low. So low. Always feeling completely low, exhausted, and that was even when I just woke up. You ever woke up from a full nine hours and you were still completely tired, overwhelmed, and drained?
