Becoming whole again

A Poem about Overcoming Depression and Anxiety She wakes up tired before the day begins, not from work, not from noise but from the weight inside her chest that no one else can see. Some days she smiles like it’s armor, a soft disguise for the storm she carries. And some days she doesn’t smile at all, because even pretending feels heavy. She wonders if others notice how quiet she has become, how laughter doesn’t come as easily anymore, how even simple things feel far away. But still she is here. In the small, unnoticed ways she keeps going: drinking water when she remembers, answering messages when she can, getting out of bed even when the world feels too loud. And that matters more than she knows. There are days she feels broken, like pieces of her have scattered too far to gather again. But healing is not always loud. Sometimes it is just staying. Staying through the sadness. Staying through the silence. Staying when everything in her says to give up. Slowly, gently, something begins to shift. A softer thought replaces the harsh ones. A deeper breath arrives where panic used to live. A moment just one moment of peace sneaks in without asking permission. And she realizes: She is not gone. She is not lost beyond return. She is becoming. Not all at once. Not perfectly. Not without pain. But piece by piece, breath by breath, day by day. She is learning that healing is not becoming someone new it is returning to herself with gentleness. And even on the days she forgets her strength, even on the days she feels undone, there is still a quiet truth holding her together: She is becoming whole again.