Every story begins somewhere, and this is no different. We each have our own journeys and our unique tales to tell. Mine started when I was just a teenager. The world seemed bright, but there was a dark undercurrent that seemed to pull me down. 'Depression', they called it. It was an enemy that I couldn't see, an enemy that made my every step harder, every smile forced.

It was as if a thick fog had descended, shrouding everything in grey. Joy, hope, laughter - they all seemed like distant memories. I felt isolated, alone, misunderstood. Everyone thought I was 'just sad', but it was so much more than that.

Depression is a storm that rages within, tearing you apart piece by piece. But, the worst part is, it's an invisible battle. The world around you sees nothing, understands nothing. The stigma, the whispers, and the misunderstandings - they add up, crushing you under their weight.

But this story isn't just about suffering; it's about a journey from the depths of despair to the heights of hope. It took therapy, medication, countless tears, countless struggles, and a lot of strength, but little by little, I started to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Self-care became my mantra. Late-night cries became morning jogs; despair turned into pages of a journal; loneliness transformed into quality time spent with self. There were setbacks, of course, but I was resilient, and above all, I was not alone.

Today, I stand strong, knowing I have faced my invisible enemy, continuing to fight, continuing to live. My mental health journey story is one of resilience, perseverance, and the power of the human spirit. It is a testament to the strength that lies within each of us, waiting to be recognised, waiting to be unleashed.

Mental health challenges can be debilitating, but they are not the end of the story. If you or someone you know is struggling, remember, it's okay to ask for help. You are not alone in your journey. With the right treatment and support, we can all find our way back to the light.