Grace's Story There was a time when I genuinely couldn’t imagine a future that included me. Depression wasn’t just something I felt, it was something I lived inside of. It coloured everything. Mornings felt impossible. Nights felt endless. I carried a heaviness that came from things that happened long before I had words for them. My childhood was marked by trauma, by instability, and by a constant sense that I didn’t quite belong anywhere. When things became too much, I ran.