The Most Common Form of Despair
Maya sat in a meeting, nodding at every suggestion though her heart said otherwise. Later, scrolling through photos, she barely recognised the smiling face she showed the world. It wasn’t the workload that drained her; it was the mask.
One evening, she sang quietly to herself, her real voice trembling but true. And for the first time in weeks, she felt lighter. Despair fades when we dare to be ourselves.
