I was drowning in depression for months, maybe years, without fully realizing it. I couldn’t sleep, I stopped caring about everything, and I started to believe the world would be better off without me. The pain became a constant echo in my head. One night, I decided I had enough. I wrote a note. I felt numb.

 

But something in me still wanted to be heard. I messaged an old friend and simply wrote, “Can we talk?” That conversation changed everything. I cried. I shared. I finally said things out loud I had kept buried for so long. They didn’t judge me—they just listened. That moment gave me enough strength to hold on, and I’ve been fighting forward ever since.