Nobody really knows how bad it gets at night

Dear Delyara, Daytime hides me. In the day, I’m functional enough to pass. I answer texts, show up, make dinner, drive where I’m supposed to drive, smile at people in stores, remind my kids about things, even joke sometimes. Then night comes. The noise drops. The house finally calms down. And that’s when the loneliness gets honest. That’s when I realize how much of my life is built around being useful instead of being deeply known. I can go an entire day surrounded by voices and still end the night feeling like no one truly touched the real version of me at all. That’s the kind of loneliness I live with. The invisible kind.