From the day we are born, society begins to whisper its expectations: be extraordinary. From the day we are born, society begins to whisper its expectations: be extraordinary.

Today, I received a question from my magnificent coach, a question so simple yet so powerfulthat it cracked something open in me. She never directs, never pushes, never tells me where to look. She offers her softness and power in equal measure, asking things that make me wonder, unravel, and land somewhere new without ever giving me a map. And in that wondering, something long hidden began to surface. A truth I had been avoiding even from myself finally surfaced with clarity, heavy with realisations, disorientation, and a weight my soul could no longer ignore.

There was a time when the word “depressed” was a taboo. A secret you only shared when life forced you to, and when you dared to do so, one that culture shamed you for. But today, we live in the opposite extreme, a world where every discomfort is quickly labeled as a diagnosis, and every ache of the heart is branded as a mental-health condition. In a culture where wellness became a trend and mental-health language is hijacked as a marketing tool. The words that once carried weight, meaning, and clinical depth have been minimised into everyday vocabulary. And while this may seem like progress, I’ve come to realize that it has left the people who actually suffer the most, unseen.