I’ve battled chronic depression for years, feeling misunderstood and invisible, even in a crowd. People think I’m living my best life based on social media, but they don’t see the struggles. I inherited my father’s desire to help others feel seen, knowing the pain of being overlooked. Despite my own battles, I try to be thoughtful and generous, hoping to make a positive impact. Every day, I question my existence, but I’m grateful to wake up and face another day.