There were moments over the last couple of years where life brought me to my knees. Not in a dramatic, cinematic way. Not all at once. It happened slowly. Quietly. One difficult conversation at a time. One sleepless night at a time. One more responsibility. One more fear. One more loss. One more thing to carry while pretending I was still coping. From the outside, I probably looked functional. I still worked. Still spoke to people. Still tried to lead. Still showed up.