(Click on text to expand) There are seasons when you're just trying to make it through the day. You're running on too little sleep. The dishes are piling up. The laundry has become furniture. You grab whatever food is easiest because cooking feels like one more thing you don't have the energy for. You tell yourself you'll catch up tomorrow, but tomorrow keeps moving further away. Then someone asks, "How are you?" "I'm fine,” you say with a smile. Most people accept the answer