My Journey with Depression

My Journey with Depression

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One sunny morning, I woke up with everything going right. Life felt like it was on cruise control. I was checking all the boxes—goals met, progress made. But something wasn’t right inside.

A quiet sadness crept in—subtle, out of place, and hard to name. I remember asking myself, “Why am I sad when I have so much to be thankful for?”

If depression were a person—a face in your circle of friends—you might struggle to understand them. That’s how it felt when I looked in the mirror one day and saw depression staring back at me. I was startled. Where did he come from? Why is he here? The smile I wore each day was meant to cover him up, but he lingered. Maybe he crept in when I noticed him haunting others close to me. If you think it can’t happen to you—be careful. Depression is real.

And here’s what I’ve learned: depression isn’t always circumstantial. It can be tied to brain chemistry, inflammation, gut health, and even disrupted sleep cycles. But the beautiful thing is—those brain patterns can shift. Exercise, sunlight, meaningful connection, and daily gratitude all play a part in healing. Science confirms what faith often whispers: we were made to move, to be known, and to give thanks.

Eventually, I reached out for help. That was a turning point.

It turns out my sadness was rooted in a grieving heart—one that was carrying more than I had realized. Some losses were permanent, like loved ones who passed away before I was ready to say goodbye. Others were tied to the natural rhythms of life—seasons changing, roles shifting, doors closing. Grief doesn’t only come from death. Sometimes it comes from the slow letting go of what used to be.

The good news? Happiness is not gone. It’s just around the corner. Not the kind of happiness that depends on perfect circumstances—but the kind that grows through practice. It’s choosing joy while walking with pain. It’s not fake. It’s deeply human.

So if you’re struggling, please remember this: asking for help is a brave act of hope.

Today, one of my greatest joys is walking with others who are hurting. There’s something healing about stepping into someone else’s story. I’m still on my journey, and I have a long way to go. But I hope that by sharing a small part of mine, you might find some light on your darkest days.

You’re not alone.
You’re not broken.
And joy is still possible.

Have a great day.