High-Functioning Unhappiness

You're working. You're paying bills. You're not drinking your way through it. But something inside is quietly bleeding out. Functioning is not the same as fine. The world sees you arriving on time and concludes nothing is wrong. The truth is you've made a kind of bargain — you keep moving, and in exchange the moving doesn't ask you what's underneath. The high-functioning part is the disguise. The unhappiness is the cost of wearing it well.