Introduction The alarm goes off. You get up. You reply to the messages, meet the deadlines, attend the meetings, take care of the people who depend on you. You are, by every visible measure, functioning. You show up. You deliver. You manage. And then you come home, or you close the laptop, or you find a quiet moment and underneath all of that showing up, there is an exhaustion so deep and so persistent that it has stopped feeling like exhaustion and started feeling like just

You're Not an Angry Person. You Might Just Be a Depressed One. Introduction You snapped at someone you love over something small. Again. You found yourself unreasonably frustrated by a minor inconvenience a slow queue, a misplaced object, a comment that shouldn't have landed the way it did. Again. You lay awake afterward, not quite understanding why the reactions keep coming with so little warning and so much force. Wondering, in the quieter moments, whether something is wron

Introduction Depression, in the popular imagination, looks a specific way. It looks like someone who cannot get out of bed. Who cries constantly, visibly, without being able to explain why. Who has withdrawn entirely from life from work, from people, from any semblance of routine. Who looks, unmistakably, like someone who is not okay. And because this is the image most people carry, an enormous number of people who are living with depression don't recognise it in themselves.