What do you do when you reach a point in your life and realize you spent most of it going after ideals that are expected from a “good” person? You’ve exhausted yourself trying to conform to expectations set by your family and peers. Then you can’t admit you are unhappy and discontent because your religion teaches you to rely on God and admitting to depression is tantamount to professing lack of faith.
Going through the daily motions, striving to continue existing and slowly but surely heading towards despair. Barely recalling the last bit of sunshine that warmed your heart.