When in the midst of extreme stress, some of us can compartmentalize, put our heads down, and keep plugging along. This was true for me, and it wasn’t until I stepped off the treadmill that I realized how much that constant stress had impacted me. I didn’t know how utterly exhausted I was. Nor did I recognize that I was a shell of my former self and on a collision course with severe depression. My soul was so muted that I had no idea what I wanted anymore, and I found little joy in living life.