Depression is often misunderstood. People hear the word and imagine sadness, but it is so much more than that. It isn’t just a bad day or a passing cloud—it’s a weight that settles into your bones, a fog that lingers long after the sun comes up.
For me, depression has never been loud. It doesn’t always look like tears or breakdowns. Sometimes it’s just silence—sitting in a room surrounded by life and feeling completely disconnected from it. It’s forgetting the sound of your own laughter, or forcing a smile so no one asks questions you don’t have the strength to answer.
One of the hardest parts of depression is the invisibility of it. You can be dressed, smiling, and even functioning, while inside you’re barely holding on. People might tell you to “think positive” or “get over it,” not realizing that if it were that simple, none of us would be suffering. Depression is not weakness, and it’s not a choice—it’s an illness, a shadow that rewires how you see the world and yourself.
And yet, in the midst of it, there are moments of light. I’ve learned that healing doesn’t come all at once. It comes slowly—in the small decision to get out of bed, in the courage to reach out to someone you trust, in the act of writing down feelings instead of letting them consume you. Sometimes healing looks like survival, and that in itself is a victory.
If you are living with depression, please know this: you are not broken beyond repair. Your story matters, even on the days you feel invisible. You are allowed to take up space, to rest, to fight for yourself even when the fight feels impossible.
And if you love someone who struggles with depression, remember that your presence matters more than your advice. Sometimes just sitting with someone in their darkness is the most powerful form of love.
Depression may be a part of my story, but it does not get to define the ending. Writing has become my way of reclaiming my voice, of shining a light into places I once thought would always stay dark. My hope is that by sharing my words, someone else will see a reflection of their own struggle and know they are not alone.
You are not alone.
— Emery Lane Grey
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Through the Fog 