Most People Would Rather Live a Miserable Life Than Ask This One Question (I had to lose everything to finally see it)

You're Not Actually Miserable, You're Just Choosing to Live in An Illusion

I used to think I was just tired all the time.

Bone-deep exhaustion that coffee couldn't touch. The kind where you fantasize about sleep while brushing your teeth at 7 AM.

"It's normal," everyone said.

"Welcome to adulthood," they laughed.

For years, I accepted this as gospel truth. I bought expensive mattresses, tried meditation apps, drank mushroom coffee, and wore blue light glasses like they were a fashion statement.

None of it worked.

Then one random afternoon, I found myself sitting in my car in the parking lot of my 9-5 job, unable to open the door and walk inside. My body simply refused. It wasn't depression (though I've danced with that demon before). It wasn't burnout (though I was certainly flirting with it).

It was my body screaming what my mind couldn't admit:

I wasn't just tired.

I was living with a silent killer.