Some mornings
the world feels heavier
than it should.

The alarm rings,
sunlight slips through the window,
and somewhere outside
life is beginning again.

But inside
everything moves slowly
like walking through water
no one else can see.

Simple things
become mountains.

Getting out of bed.
Answering a message.
Pretending the question
“Are you okay?”
has an easy answer.

Depression is strange like that.

It doesn’t always shout.
Sometimes it whispers.

It tells you the day is too long.
It tells you your energy is gone.
It tells you that resting forever
might feel easier
than trying again.

But the truth is quieter
than those thoughts.

Because even on the hardest days
something small still survives.

A breath.
A memory.
A tiny spark of hope
that refuses to disappear.

It might not feel like strength
to get up slowly,
to open the curtains,
to take one step
into the day.

But it is.

Sometimes courage
is not loud.

Sometimes courage
is simply staying
even when your heart feels tired,
even when the light feels far away.

And maybe today
the only thing you can do
is breathe
and wait for the clouds
to move a little.

That is enough.

Because even the longest night
does not stop
morning
from coming.

Which animal would you compare yourself to and why?