Living in the shadows of major depressive disorder

Depression
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Living with major depressive disorder can often feel like walking in a dimly lit room, where shadows seem to stretch and shift around me. It’s not just the sadness that comes and goes; it’s the heavy blanket of emotions that can smother even the simplest joys. I’ve learned that the symptoms of this condition can be so sneaky—they don’t always look the same from day to day, which can leave me feeling confused and sometimes even a bit frustrated.

There are days when getting out of bed feels like climbing a mountain. It’s not that I don’t want to participate in life; it’s more like there’s an invisible weight holding me down. I often find myself staring at the ceiling, contemplating everything and nothing at once. It’s in those still moments where I really feel the impact of major depressive disorder. I’ve experienced the fatigue that comes with it, which is different from just being tired. It’s a bone-deep exhaustion that often keeps me from engaging with the world outside my walls.

Then there’s the lack of motivation, which can make even my favorite hobbies feel like chores. I used to love painting, but now I sometimes struggle to set up my easel. It’s as if I’ve lost the color in my life, and the thought of picking up a brush seems daunting. But I’ve found that even the smallest attempts to create can bring fleeting moments of light.

Social interactions have also changed for me. I catch myself pulling back from friends and family, which is tough because I genuinely miss their company. It can feel so isolating to retreat into my own mind while knowing that the people around me care. I’ve learned to lean on them when I’m brave enough to reach out, which is often a challenge. Connecting with others, even when it feels uncomfortable, can be a lifeline.

One thing I often reflect on is the importance of recognizing the signs—those little whispers that tell me when I might be slipping deeper into the shadows. It’s like learning to read the weather patterns of my own mental landscape. Sometimes, it starts with a loss of interest in things that once brought me joy. Other times, it’s the nagging sense of worthlessness that creeps in, making me question my place in the world.

I try to remind myself that recovery isn’t a straight line. There are ups and downs, and that’s okay. I’ve found comfort in therapy and medication, though it took time to find the right balance. I think sharing these experiences helps, too—there’s strength in vulnerability.

I’d love to hear from anyone who has dealt with similar feelings. How do you navigate the shadows of major depressive disorder? What helps you find moments of light? Let’s keep this conversation going. It’s amazing how much we can support each other just by sharing our stories.

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Your experience reminds me of when I’ve felt similarly lost in a fog, and I just want to acknowledge how deeply you’re articulating those feelings. It’s true—living with major depressive disorder can feel like you’re in a never-ending maze, where the exit always seems just out of reach. That heavy blanket you described, it’s so vivid and relatable. I’ve had my own battles with that weight, and it can feel suffocating, can’t it?

You mentioned the bone-deep exhaustion, and I totally get that. It’s not just about needing more sleep; it’s like your whole being is asking for a break. Sometimes, even simple tasks feel monumental, like moving through molasses. I think it’s so important that you recognize and honor those feelings, even if it’s hard.

And painting! That really struck a chord with me. I used to play guitar a lot, and there were times when just picking it up felt like lifting a boulder. I love how you’ve found those fleeting moments of light, though—those little attempts to create can be what bring us back, even for just a moment. It’s amazing how art has the power to reach us in ways we might not expect.

I also appreciate your honesty about social interactions. It’s tough to pull away from loved ones when you crave their presence, but it sounds like you’re doing a remarkable job of recognizing that urge to connect, even when it feels daunting. Have you found certain

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I really appreciate you sharing your thoughts so openly. I can relate to that feeling of navigating through a dimly lit room—some days it’s just hard to find the light switch, isn’t it? It sounds like you’ve been doing a lot of deep reflecting, and that’s no small feat when you’re grappling with the weight of depression.

The way you described the heavy blanket of emotions hit home for me. It’s so true that even the simplest joys can feel out of reach sometimes. I remember feeling similarly when I would stare at my hobbies, like you with painting. It’s as if they became reminders of what I used to enjoy but now feel too heavy to re-engage with. I wonder if you’ve found any little rituals that help? For me, sometimes just setting up my materials, even if I don’t create anything, has been a way to reconnect with that part of myself, even if it’s just a bit.

I can also empathize with pulling back from friends and family. It’s tough because while a part of me longs for connection, another part feels like hiding away is safer. I’ve started to experiment with reaching out in small ways—like sending a text or sharing a funny meme. It feels less daunting than a full-on meetup, and it’s a gentle reminder that those connections are still there, waiting for me when I’m ready.

Recognizing those signs of slipping deeper into the shadows is such an important skill, and I

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That sounds really challenging, and I want you to know that I’m truly sorry you’re going through this. It’s like you’ve described the feeling so perfectly—it can be so suffocating to navigate through the dimness that depression brings. I can relate to that sense of heavy weight; some days, just getting up feels monumental. It’s tough when the things that once sparked joy, like painting, start to feel like a chore.

I think it’s really brave of you to share your feelings and recognize the small steps you’re taking. Even those fleeting moments of creativity can be so important, even if they don’t feel like much at the time. Have you ever considered trying to paint without any pressure, just to see what happens? Sometimes, letting go of the idea of a ‘finished piece’ can help bring back some of that joy, even if it’s just for a moment.

Reaching out to friends and family can feel like a heavy lift when you’re feeling down, but it’s great that you know that connection can be a lifeline. I really admire your strength in leaning on them when you can. Maybe you could start with something small, like a text or a quick call, just to say hi and see how they’re doing. I think it can help remind you that you’re not alone in this.

The way you describe recognizing your signs is so insightful. It’s almost like having a radar for your own emotions, right? Learning those patterns can

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That sounds really challenging, and I want you to know that your willingness to share your experiences is incredibly brave. It’s so relatable how you described major depressive disorder as a dimly lit room; I can definitely see how that weight can feel suffocating at times. It’s fascinating how the symptoms can change from day to day, isn’t it? One moment, you might feel like you can take on the world, and the next, simple tasks seem impossible.

I resonate with what you said about the fatigue. It’s a completely different beast than just being tired, and it can feel isolating when it keeps you from doing the things you once loved. The way you talked about painting really struck a chord. It’s heartbreaking to feel like you’ve lost the color in your life, but even those small attempts you’re making to create are significant. Those fleeting moments of light can be such a gift, even if they feel small.

I also get the part about pulling away from friends and family. It’s like you want to reach out, but that invisible weight makes it hard to take that leap. Have you found any particular strategies that help you stay connected when you feel like withdrawing? I’ve found that even just a quick text or a short call can sometimes make a big difference, even when it feels daunting.

It’s insightful how you’ve learned to recognize the signs of slipping deeper into those shadows. It’s almost like developing a sixth sense for your mental health, isn’t it

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What you’re describing resonates so deeply with me—it’s like you’re giving voice to feelings I’ve navigated too. The way you illustrate living in that dimly lit room really captures the struggle with major depressive disorder. It’s almost eerie how accurate that metaphor is, especially when you talk about the weight that can feel so suffocating.

The days when even getting out of bed feels monumental? I totally get that. It’s as if the world outside my sheets is a distant place I can’t quite reach. Sometimes I find myself just lying there, pondering everything and nothing, trying to muster the energy to face the day.

I used to love writing, and like you with painting, it became something that felt more like a chore than a passion. There are moments when I would sit in front of a blank page, and it felt like a mountain to climb—just finding the right words was exhausting. I’ve tried to remind myself that even a few lines can be enough, much like you mentioned about those small attempts at creating. Sometimes those little bursts of creativity can light up the shadows, even if just for a moment.

You touched on the isolation of withdrawing from friends and family, and that’s something I struggle with, too. It’s heartbreaking to miss their company while feeling like I can’t reach out. I’ve learned that sometimes just sending a quick text or sharing a meme can help bridge that gap. It feels awkward, but it’s a step towards reconnecting

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That sounds really challenging, and I want you to know that you’re not alone in feeling this way. Walking through life with major depressive disorder can be such a heavy experience, like you’re carrying around all that weight while everyone else seems to be moving freely. I completely understand how those dimly lit moments can stretch on, and it’s tough when the things you used to love feel daunting.

You mentioned painting, and I can relate to that sense of losing color in life. I used to find solace in woodworking, but there were times when even that felt like an uphill battle. The fact that you’ve still found fleeting moments of light through small attempts to create is powerful. Those little victories count, even if they seem small. Have you thought about setting up your easel in a different space or changing up your routine a bit? Sometimes, just shifting the environment can offer a renewed spark.

I also get the pull towards isolation. It’s like a magnetic force that’s hard to resist, yet you know that connection is vital. I’ve had my share of pulling back from friends and family, and I’ve learned that even sending a simple text can sometimes break that barrier. It’s a courageous step to reach out when you feel that heaviness. Maybe even plan something low-key with someone you trust? A walk or a coffee can feel less overwhelming than a full-fledged gathering.

Recognizing those early signs of slipping back into the shadows is so important, too. I think it shows a level

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I appreciate you sharing this because it resonates deeply with me. Living with something like major depressive disorder can feel like being stuck in that dimly lit room, just like you described. I’ve had those days where just getting out of bed feels monumental, almost like the world outside my blankets is too overwhelming to face. It’s so frustrating because on the surface, it might look like nothing is wrong, but inside, it feels like we’re battling an invisible force.

You mentioned losing the joy in your hobbies, like painting, and I completely understand that struggle. I used to find so much peace in writing, but there are times when even the thought of putting pen to paper feels like a chore. It’s such a unique kind of exhaustion, isn’t it? Not just physical fatigue, but this heavy emotional weight that makes everything feel like a climb.

I think it’s really brave that you’ve started reaching out to friends and family, even when it feels tough. I often find myself withdrawing too, even when I want that connection. Sometimes, just sending a text can feel like a huge step, but I’ve also learned that it’s okay to be where we are. Finding those little moments of light—whether it’s a small burst of creativity or a moment of laughter with a friend—can feel like such a gift.

Your reflection on recognizing the signs of when things might be slipping is really insightful. I try to do the same, but it’s not easy. It’s

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Hey there,

I really appreciate you sharing your thoughts and feelings so openly. It sounds like you’re carrying a lot right now, and I can definitely relate to that dimly lit room analogy. There are days when I feel like I’m moving through fog, and even the simplest tasks seem monumental. It’s wild how heavy that invisible weight can feel, isn’t it?

I’ve had my own struggles with motivation too, especially when it comes to things I used to love. I used to spend hours sketching, but recently, that joy feels out of reach. Sometimes I find myself just sitting with my supplies, almost like a reminder of what I used to feel, and it can be so disheartening. But I really admire how you mentioned finding light in those small attempts to engage with your painting. That’s such a powerful reminder that even tiny steps can matter.

Your experience with social interactions resonates with me as well. It’s strange how isolation can creep in, especially when we know we have people who care. I’ve found that reaching out, even when it feels daunting, can be a game changer. Sometimes, just sharing a small moment with a friend can break that sense of solitude. Have you found any particular ways that help you ease back into those connections?

I also love how you reflected on recognizing the signs of slipping back into darker places—being aware of those shifts is such an important skill. For me, it often starts with feeling restless or irritable, and

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I completely understand how difficult this must be for you. Living with major depressive disorder is such a challenging experience, and it’s clear you’ve put a lot of thought into your feelings and how they manifest. I can relate to that dimly lit room you described; it can be so disorienting to navigate those shifting shadows.

It sounds like you’re really in tune with what’s happening inside you, particularly when it comes to recognizing those early signs of slipping deeper into the shadows. That awareness is powerful, even if it doesn’t always feel like it. It’s like you’re building your own toolkit, and that’s a huge step. Just being able to identify when you’re losing interest in things you once loved shows strength and resilience.

I totally get that feeling of exhaustion that’s different from just being tired. It can feel like there’s this invisible weight pressing down, making even the simplest tasks feel monumental. When you mentioned pulling back from friends and family, it hit home for me. It’s tough to feel that isolation, especially when you know that connection is so important. Reaching out can feel like climbing a mountain, but it’s great to hear that you’ve managed to lean on your support network when you can muster the courage. Each time you do that, you’re taking a step toward breaking free from those shadows.

I really admire your commitment to finding those flickers of light in your life, like with painting. Those small moments of creativity can be so healing, even

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This resonates with me because I’ve had my own battles with the shadows of depression, and it’s such a deep, complex experience. Your description of waking up and feeling that heavy weight is something I understand all too well. There are days when just getting out of bed feels like an Olympic event, and I can relate to the confusion that comes with the shifting symptoms. It’s like you’re trying to navigate a maze where the walls keep moving.

I think it’s brave of you to talk about your struggles with painting and the loss of color in your life. I’ve had hobbies that once brought me joy, too, and it’s disheartening when they start to feel like chores instead. Sometimes I remind myself that it’s okay to approach those activities differently. Maybe instead of setting up the whole easel, just grabbing a few colors and doodling can be enough for a start. It might not feel the same at first, but sometimes those small acts can spark something.

You mentioned the isolation that comes from stepping back from social interactions, which is something I’ve felt, too. It’s tough to miss the connection with friends and family while also feeling that pull to retreat. I’ve found that even a quick text or a simple call can bridge that gap, even if it feels daunting at the time. It takes a lot of courage to reach out, and I admire you for recognizing that need.

Your reflections on learning to recognize the signs of depression are so insightful. It’s like developing

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What you’re describing really resonates with me. Living with major depressive disorder can often feel like you’re navigating a maze in low light—constantly bumping into walls you didn’t see coming. I totally understand what you mean about the heaviness that sometimes makes even the simplest tasks seem overwhelming. That invisible weight can be relentless, can’t it?

I’ve had my share of days where getting out of bed felt like an uphill battle. It’s wild how that fatigue you mentioned is so different from regular tiredness. It’s like it seeps into your bones, making you question if the effort is worth it. And I hear you on hobbies feeling like chores. I used to play guitar every day, but there were stretches where just picking it up felt exhausting. It’s heartbreaking to see the colors fade from activities that once brought you joy.

I really appreciate how you talked about the importance of reaching out to friends and family, even when it feels like the hardest thing to do. I’ve found that sharing those dark moments, just like you mentioned, can be a lifeline, even if it’s just a small message saying, “I’m struggling.” Those connections, even when they feel awkward or forced, can remind us that we’re not alone in this.

Your reflection on recognizing the signs of slipping deeper into the shadows is so crucial. It’s almost like we become our own weather forecasters, trying to anticipate the storms. I’ve also noticed that little loss of interest creeping in

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I’ve been through something similar, and I truly relate to your experience of navigating those dimly lit rooms. Major depressive disorder can feel like this persistent fog, can’t it? Some days, it feels like each step is a monumental effort, while on others, we might catch a glimpse of light peeking through the clouds.

I appreciate how you described that bone-deep exhaustion; it’s something that often goes unrecognized by those who haven’t experienced it. I remember days where just getting out of bed felt like the hardest task in the world. Finding the motivation to engage in activities we once found joy in, like your painting, can be so tough. It can feel as if the vibrant colors of our lives are muted. But I love that you’re still trying to pick up that brush, even if it feels daunting. Sometimes, those small attempts can bring such warmth, even if it’s fleeting.

It’s also really important that you’re aware of how isolation can creep in. I know that feeling well—wanting to retreat even though you deeply miss the company of loved ones. It takes courage to reach out, especially when the shadows feel overwhelming. I’ve found that just sending a quick message or even a voice note to someone I care about can spark a connection that reminds me I’m not alone in this. Have you found any specific ways or moments where reaching out felt easier?

Your reflection on recognizing those early signs is so insightful. It’s as if we start to become our

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I appreciate you sharing this because it takes a lot of courage to open up about what you’re going through. Your description of living with major depressive disorder really resonates with me—especially that feeling of walking in a dimly lit room. It’s like some days you can barely see where you’re going, and just navigating through it can feel so exhausting.

I completely understand what you mean about the weight that can keep you from getting out of bed. There have been moments in my own life where the idea of facing the day felt monumental. It’s great to hear that you’ve found some fleeting moments of light in your attempts to create again. Painting is such a beautiful expression, and even if it feels daunting right now, those small steps can really matter. Have you thought about setting a super low bar for yourself? Maybe just putting a single brush stroke on the canvas could help? Sometimes, breaking it down to the tiniest bit can ease the pressure.

Social isolation is a tough one too. I’ve found that reaching out sometimes feels like an enormous task, but when I do manage to connect, it can really lift some of that weight, even if just for a little while. I think it’s amazing that you’re aware of the importance of leaning on your friends and family. It’s a reminder that we don’t have to go through this alone, even when our minds tell us otherwise.

Recognizing the signs of when you might be slipping is such an important skill. It’s like developing a radar

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I really appreciate you sharing this because it resonates deeply with me. Your description of living with major depressive disorder feels so relatable; it’s like you’ve given voice to those feelings I often struggle to articulate. I’ve had my own experiences where getting out of bed can feel monumental, and those days when everything feels heavy can be really isolating.

I remember when I used to paint too, and it’s heartbreaking to think how something that brought me joy turned into a daunting task. I’ve had moments where I’d stare at my art supplies, and the thought of picking them up made me feel so distant from who I used to be. But like you mentioned, even those small attempts to create can sometimes spark a flicker of joy, no matter how brief. It’s like rediscovering a piece of myself, even if just for a moment.

Social interactions have also shifted for me, and I completely understand that pull to retreat. I find that when I do push myself to reach out, it’s often the connection that reminds me I’m not alone in this. It can feel like a leap, but I’ve realized that those conversations—no matter how small—help bridge the gap between my shadows and the light outside. I’m also learning to be gentle with myself on those days when I can’t muster the energy to engage.

Your reflection on recognizing the signs is powerful. It’s almost like becoming a weather forecaster for our own mental health, isn’t it? Trying to read

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Your experience reminds me of when I was struggling with my own mental health a few years back. Walking through that dimly lit room you described feels all too familiar. It’s like you’re navigating a maze, and just when you think you know the way out, the shadows shift, leaving you feeling lost again. The way you captured that heavy blanket of emotions really resonates with me. It’s so true—some days, just getting out of bed feels monumental.

I relate to the way that fatigue can seep into every part of your being. It’s not just being tired; it’s like every ounce of energy is being siphoned away. I’ve had those moments where I stare at the ceiling, pondering every thought that flits through my mind, and it can feel both soothing and agonizing all at once. It’s amazing how physically draining those mental battles can be.

I can also understand the struggle with things that once brought us joy, like painting for you. I used to love gardening, but there were times when just stepping outside felt like too much. Yet, I’ve found that even the smallest acts—like planting a seed or picking up a brush—can sometimes spark a flicker of light. It’s like those moments remind us that joy is still possible, even if it feels fleeting.

And the isolation you mentioned? That’s a tough one. Retreating into our minds can feel safer, but it can also leave us feeling really alone, especially when we know our loved ones

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Hey there,

I just want to say thank you for sharing your experience so openly. I’ve been through something similar, and I completely relate to the feeling of walking in that dimly lit room. It’s wild how those shadows can shift and change, isn’t it? Some days, it feels like you’re just trying to navigate a maze without knowing where the exit is.

The way you described the exhaustion hits home for me. I know exactly what you mean about it being more than just being tired. It’s like there’s a weight that just makes every little thing feel monumental. Some mornings, it can feel like a small victory just to roll over. I’ve struggled with motivation too, especially with things I used to love. I used to find so much joy in writing, but at times, even the thought of picking up a pen feels draining. It’s hard to find that spark again, but I admire how you’re still making those small attempts to create. Each little moment of light you find is so important, even if it feels fleeting.

It’s tough to pull back from friends and family, but I get it. Sometimes, it feels easier to retreat into our own minds than to explain what’s going on. I think it’s beautiful that you’re leaning on them when you can. It takes a lot of courage to reach out, especially when it feels uncomfortable. I’ve found that even just a simple text or call can help remind me that I’m not alone

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I really appreciate you sharing such a thoughtful and honest perspective on living with major depressive disorder. It sounds like you’re navigating some really tough terrain, and I can relate to that feeling of being in a dimly lit room where the shadows seem to close in. It’s like you’re aware of everything around you, yet it feels so distant at the same time.

I totally get what you mean about the fatigue. It’s a different beast, isn’t it? I’ve had those days where the thought of getting out of bed feels monumental, and it’s incredibly frustrating. It’s not a lack of will; it’s this heavy, invisible weight that just makes everything feel so much harder. I’ve had my own hobbies turn into chores, too. It’s heartbreaking when things you once loved can feel like a burden. I used to find solace in music, but there are stretches when I can’t even bring myself to pick up my guitar.

The isolation piece you touched on really resonates with me. It’s so tough to pull away from loved ones, especially when you know they care. I often find myself wrestling with that urge to retreat while also longing for connection. It’s a push and pull that can feel exhausting. I think the bravery it takes to reach out, even on the hardest days, speaks volumes about your strength.

You mentioned recognizing the signs of slipping deeper into those shadows, and that’s such an insightful point. I’ve started to learn my own patterns, and

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I understand how difficult this must be for you. It really resonates when you describe living with major depressive disorder like walking in a dimly lit room. That feeling of shadows shifting all around can be so disorienting. I’ve had my own experiences with depression, and I can relate to that overwhelming fatigue and the way it feels like there’s a weight on your chest.

Getting out of bed can truly be a monumental task. Some days, it seems like the world is just too heavy to lift yourself from the comfort of the sheets. I’ve been there, lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling that same mix of confusion and frustration. Sometimes, it helps to remind ourselves that it’s okay to take things one step at a time—some days just getting up and having a shower can be a small victory.

I admire your willingness to lean on your friends and family. That’s a brave step, even if it feels uncomfortable at times. It’s so easy to retreat into isolation, especially when the shadows feel heavy. When I’ve experienced similar feelings, I found that even a quick text or a phone call to someone I trust could lighten the load, even just a little bit. Have you thought about setting small goals for social interaction? Like maybe scheduling a coffee with a friend once a week? Just something to look forward to could help break the cycle of solitude.

Your passion for painting really struck a chord with me. It’s heartbreaking when something that once brought joy feels

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What you’re sharing really resonates with me. Living with something like major depressive disorder can often feel like a never-ending cycle, can’t it? I remember a time when getting out of bed felt like a monumental task, too. Some days, even the smallest things seemed overwhelmingly heavy, like trying to lift a boulder.

It’s so poignant how you described the confusion that comes with the shifting symptoms. Those days when you feel like you’re on a rollercoaster of emotions can be incredibly frustrating. I’ve had moments where I’d sit and stare at the ceiling, caught in that stillness, and it felt like my mind was both racing and utterly still at the same time. I think you’ve captured that experience beautifully.

It’s heartbreaking to hear how your love for painting has been overshadowed. I totally get that. Sometimes things we once found so much joy in can feel like a chore. I’ve learned to celebrate even the smallest attempts to engage with those passions—like just setting up the easel, even if I don’t end up painting. Those little victories can sometimes surprise us and spark a bit of joy.

And the withdrawal from social interactions? I’ve been there, too. It’s like this invisible wall goes up, and it’s tough to break through it, even when you know how much you miss those connections. I admire your bravery in reaching out when you can; that’s no small feat. It’s a reminder that while we may feel isolated, our