I'm not busy.

I'm not tired.

My plate isn't full.

I'm not swamped with work.

I don't have a cold or flu.

I'm not laying awake at night. (But I am sleepy throughout the day.)

Nothing tragic or traumatic has happened.

I nor anyone I know or work with is going through anything.

You didn't do or say anything wrong.

But I'm not sad, either. I'm not homesick or in mourning. I'm not angry at anyone or anything.

Nothing is wrong...

I just woke up and suddenly being alive sucked, eating became a dumb idea and nothing mattered. I canceled training for the next two weeks, making up a lie, saying I'd be out of town on business.

And I have no other explanation for that, but I don't [can't] say anything because the word "depression" might as well be "itchy" to some people.

"Here, have a mango. You like mangos, right? This should cheer you up!" But I'm not sad.

"Just think happy things!" But I'm not sad.

"Did something happen? You know you can always talk to me!" About what? I'm not sad.

It'll go away just as it came: on its own.

They’re having fun.

They’re laughing.

They’re nothing like me.

I’m nothing like them.

I’ll never be like them.

some mealspo! 🤍