As a 33-year-old man dealing with depression, I’ve often felt like I’m fighting a losing battle. But recently, I’ve come to realize that there is hope within my struggle. Each day, I make a conscious effort to focus on the small victories and moments of happiness, whether it’s enjoying a good cup of coffee or taking a walk in nature. I’ve also started seeking support from a therapist, and it’s been incredibly helpful to have a safe space to talk about my feelings. I still have tough days, but I’m learning to be kinder to myself and to embrace the moments of light that come my way. For anyone else going through a similar experience, I want to remind you that you are not alone, and there is always hope, even in the darkest of times.