Bigtayman had spent so long carrying the weight of sadness that he almost didn’t notice when it started to lift. One day, as he sat reflecting on his struggles, he realized something strange: he didn’t feel the same darkness he had come to expect. The fog that had clouded his mind seemed lighter, and the emptiness inside him had started to fill with a quiet sense of peace. It was in that moment of reflection that he understood—by recognizing his depression, he had begun to heal. He wasn’t drowning in it anymore; he was finally starting to surface, realizing he had come farther than he thought.
