03/07/2025
For years, I carried this as my truth. Looking back, I believe people sensed something was wrong, but few truly asked, and even when they did, no one dug deep enough to break through my walls. I convinced myself that admitting my struggles would diminish how others saw me. In hindsight, perhaps I wasn’t ready to be honest, ready to face the absolute storm that raged in my mind.
Even with the love of my life and our beautiful children right in front of me, I felt happiness, yet I was still consumed by a depression so deep that no amount of joy could silence it. I worked, I laughed, I provided but so much of it was done on autopilot. That’s the terrifying reality of true depression. Those who suffer often know exactly how to mask it. We say the right words, wear the right smiles, and convince the world we’re fine. Even when the weight is unbearable, we make it seem as though we are standing tall. We say things like, I would never hurt myself, while secretly battling relentless what if thoughts.
But here’s what I’ve learned: ultimately, the responsibility to seek help, to accept it when it’s offered, lies within us. Speaking our truth doesn’t make us weak; it saves us. It spares our families, our friends, and those who love us from the pain of losing us to silence. And more than that, it allows us to rediscover the light within ourselves.
If you are hurting, if sadness, anger, or crisis is weighing on you, please reach out. And when someone extends their hand, take it. You matter. You are worthy. And tomorrow needs you.
#988 is the national crisis hotline. You can call or text #988 day or night, 24/7 completely free.