“There is no despair so absolute as that which comes

with the first moments of our first great sorrow.”
– Mary Ann Evans, English novelist, poet, journalist, and translator

Sometimes despair doesn’t scream—it settles in softly, like a fog. Maybe you’ve felt it: the quiet ache that says you’re alone, that nothing will ever change, that no one would understand. Or maybe you’ve glimpsed it in someone’s eyes and didn’t know what to say. If you’ve ever carried the weight of hopelessness—or sat beside someone who has—this story is for you. Not to fix, not to rescue, but to remind you: even in the darkest places, presence matters. And hope often begins not with answers, but with staying.

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