GREY DAYS

Depression doesn’t always scream, sometimes it whispers low, a quiet weight on ordinary days where smiles come and go. It sits beside you in the morning, makes the sun feel far away, turns simple tasks into mountains you climb again each day. It tells you lies in familiar voices: You’re too much. You’re not enough. It steals the color from your laughter and calls exhaustion “being tough.” But even in the deepest silence, when hope feels thin and small, your heart is still beating softly, still answering life’s call. Because feeling broken isn’t failure, and darkness isn’t the end— storms don’t erase the sky above, they only make it bend. So if today feels heavy and endless, and tomorrow feels unclear, remember: staying is an act of courage, and breathing means you’re still here.