The shame of it all. I was forty seven years old, and I was falling apart. A strong, capable, successful person, multi-task oriented woman, proud of being able to “do it all.” All of a sudden, I was no longer able to cope with the balancing act of life. This new state of being did not make any sense to me at all. I don’t remember how I began the journey back to happiness. I just remember that i was sitting in my therapist’s office crying that I was so tired. I was tired of not smiling. I was tired of not being able to care for my kids. I was tired of not being able to cook dinner. I was tired of working so hard to figure it all out. I was tired of the hopeless feeling. I was tired of not understanding what was going on. I was tired of blaming it on one thing one week, and another reason the next week. I was tired of wanting to crawl into a cave. I was tired of the embarrassment. I was tired.