Phoenix: Live Love Laugh

You are not weak. You are surviving something invisible, relentless, and real.

Depression doesn’t just make you sad—it makes you numb. It drains the color from things that used to bring you joy. It clouds your ability to hope, leaving you feeling disconnected from everything and everyone, including yourself.

It’s not simply an emotional low.
It’s a mental, physical, and spiritual weight that turns basic tasks into mountains. You wake up tired, no matter how long you’ve slept. The smallest to-do list feels impossible. You smile, but it’s empty. You function, but you’re fading.

What makes depression so insidious is the way it alters your perception.
It distorts your self-worth, whispering lies like “You’re not enough,” “You’re a burden,” or “Nothing will ever change.” Even when you know better, the voice of depression speaks louder.

It tells you that your efforts don’t matter.
It convinces you that the world is better off without your light.
But none of that is true.

This is what depression does. It lies. It isolates. It drains.
And it takes every ounce of strength to push through it, day after day.

But you are still here.
Still breathing.
Still trying.

That alone is a victory.