When a therapist talks about depression, you might expect clinical insight—but I want to share something more personal. Before I became a licensed therapist, I was a 22-year-old single mom in the depths of depression, barely making it through the day. This post is about that season of my life, what helped me begin to heal, and the three things that still ground me today: acceptance, grace, and support. Whether you're in the fog yourself or supporting someone who is, my hope is that this story helps you feel less alone—and reminds you that healing is possible, even in the darkest moments.