Lisa McCullough · Subscribe 3 min read · -- Sometimes depression isn’t tied to a single event. It’s not a tragic moment or a big dramatic fall. Sometimes, it’s just there – creeping in slowly, showing up like a fog you didn’t notice until you’re already choking on it. And when someone asks what’s wrong, all I can say is: “I’m just tired.” Not the kind of tired that sleep fixes. Not the kind that fades with a day off or a weekend to relax. It’s soul-deep exhaustion. The kind you carry in your bones.