Most men don’t collapse from a single blow. They collapse under the slow, silent weight of despair. That’s depression.

It tells you that nothing changes. That the darkness is permanent. That you are alone. But the truth? Hope is more stubborn than despair.

Hope doesn’t always roar. Sometimes it flickers like an ember in the ashes. But that ember is enough.

Here’s how to reclaim it:

  • Name the weight. What are you carrying in silence?
  • Trace the story. What wound or loss shaped this heaviness?
  • Stay in the fight. Sit in the ashes without running. Hope comes when you refuse to quit.

Depression says “quit.” Hope says “rise.”