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DEPRESSION (Part Two): When the Silence Begins to Speak
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11 days agoDEPRESSION (Part Two): When the Silence Begins to Speak
It never starts loud. Depression begins in whispers — tiny moments when life starts losing its colors. You stop picking up calls. You tell yourself you’re just tired. You stop doing the little things that once made you happy because somehow, they no longer feel the same.
At first, you don’t even call it depression. You just think you’re in a phase, that you’ll bounce back soon. But days become weeks, and the light you used to carry starts fading slowly. You find yourself scrolling endlessly, not because you care, but because you’re running from your thoughts.
No one really notices when the silence begins. Because on the outside, you still look “fine.” You still smile at jokes, still say “I’m good” when asked. But deep within, you’re aching. You’re craving to be seen without having to explain. You’re longing for someone to just look at you and say, “Are you really okay?”
Depression grows in unspoken pain — in those nights you cry quietly so no one hears, in the mornings you wake up and wish the day would end before it even begins. It’s not attention-seeking. It’s soul exhaustion.
But listen — you are not alone in this silence. Someone somewhere has felt what you’re feeling now and still found light again. Healing starts when you stop pretending that you’re fine. It begins when you whisper to yourself, “I need help.” That one sentence can change everything.
You deserve to be free. You deserve to be seen. And even though it feels like no one understands, I promise you, this storm will pass. You’ll laugh again — not the kind of laughter that hides pain, but the kind that feels like breathing after holding your breath for too long.
If this touched you, share it. Someone out there may be smiling through their pain right now. Let’s remind them that silence is not strength —
speaking up is. 💛