It’s in Her Bones

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The depression is heavy. Not dramatic. Not loud. Not always visible. Just heavy. Like it’s settled into her bones.

It’s not just a bad mood. It’s not just a hard week. It’s something deeper. Something that sits beneath her skin and presses outward. Something that makes even simple things feel like effort. Getting out of bed feels like lifting something enormous. Replying to messages feels like climbing uphill. Smiling feels like a performance she’s too tired to give. The depression isn’t always screaming. Sometimes it’s just… there. A weight. A density. A quiet ache that doesn’t leave.

It’s in her bones. In the way her body feels slower than her mind. In the way her shoulders slump without her realising. In the way exhaustion follows her even after sleep. She wakes up tired. Not because she didn’t rest. But because rest doesn’t touch this kind of tired. This tired lives deeper.

The world keeps moving. People keep expecting. Deadlines don’t soften. And she moves through it all feeling like she’s underwater. Sounds are muffled. Joy feels distant. Time feels stretched. She knows what she “should” feel. Grateful. Motivated. Hopeful. But depression doesn’t respond to logic. It doesn’t care how good things look from the outside. It just settles in.

Some days it’s numbness. Other days it’s quiet sadness. Sometimes it’s irritability she doesn’t understand. Sometimes it’s just emptiness. Like something inside her has dimmed. Like the colour drained out of her world and she didn’t notice when it happened.

And the hardest part - She can’t explain it properly. How do you tell someone that your bones feel tired? That your heart feels heavy without a specific reason? That nothing is “wrong” but everything feels wrong? So she says she’s tired. And hopes no one asks further.

Depression is heavy like gravity. It pulls her inward. It pulls her down. It tells her she’s falling behind. It tells her she’s too much and not enough at the same time. It tells her this is just who she is now. And some days, she almost believes it.

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