After loss, depression stands like a lonely scarecrow in our hearts, its tattered form casting shadows over cherished memories. It wards off joy, leaving us in a barren landscape of sorrow. Yet, beneath that weight, whispers of resilience linger, urging us to seek the light. In time, we learn that even the scarecrow, though daunting, cannot hold sway forever, and life can bloom anew despite its presence.
