I wasn’t just tired. I was disconnected. Losing joy was my soul’s quiet way of asking, “Are you still in there?”
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Yes. For me, it was like emotional erosion. I thought I was just in a rut, but deep down, I felt invisible—even to myself. Joylessness wasn’t just a phase—it was a signal. Therapy helped. Honest conversations helped. I learned to check in with myself, not just clock in. Losing joy was the beginning of finding my truth again.