I don’t know if it’s just bipolar swings or if there’s something else mixed in, comorbidities, a mental mess with no clear name. What I do know is that there are phases where everything falls apart. I’m not depressed, but I’m not functional either. There’s no motivation, no focus, just a crippling anxiety that paralyzes me from the inside.

It’s not sadness or despair, it’s something else. A state where my body and mind refuse to cooperate, where everything feels impossible for no apparent reason. It’s not rock bottom, but it’s not living either. And the worst part? No one notices, because from the outside, I seem just fine.