Life is fine on paper. Good job, good people, nothing to actually complain about.
But for about two years there's been this low-grade heaviness I can't attach to anything specific. Not depressed exactly. Just operating at maybe 60-70% of myself with no clear reason why. Joy still happens but it's muted. Everything takes slightly more effort than it should.
Nobody knows what to do with it when you try to explain it including me. There's no clean problem so there's no clean solution. I've thought about therapy but I don't even know what I'd say walking in there.
Anyone else know this feeling? Did you ever find words for it?