That awkward moment where you are catastrophically unhappy but you don’t feel right talking about it anymore, because it’s already replaced all your better qualities and become the dominating aspect of your personality, and you’re terrified that it’s making people dislike you, so you just sort of grit your teeth and suck it up, in spite of the damage it may be causing, because you can’t decide whether the abandonment and ego-crushing or the eventual breakdown would be worse.