I know the look
The one where everything seems fine — the marriage, the responsibilities, the prayer schedule, the appearances — but inside, something doesn't feel home.
I lived in that look for years. From the outside I had everything I was supposed to want. I prayed. I provided. I performed. And somewhere along the way, I disappeared inside my own life.
The crack came quietly. Not a crisis. Just a Tuesday morning where I sat in my kitchen and realized I couldn't remember the last time I felt anything other than tired.