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Life has this stubborn way of pushing us to the brink, doesn't it? We claw, we scrape, we endure just about anything when we can glimpse even the faintest glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel. But depression... depression is a master of shadows. It wraps itself around your heart with such stealth, such persistence, that you find yourself suffocating under its weight, unable to remember what light even looks like. Each day it grows, a relentless beast that gnaws at your spirit, making the notion of an end feel maddeningly out of reach. Yet, even in these depths, even in the most harrowing darkness, there's a part of me that whispers, relentlessly, that the light, however hidden, still exists. It's that fragile sliver of hope that can keep us tethered when standing feels impossible.