I Can’t Reach There, But I Want to Go

By Shital Gour



There are moments in life when I see the place I want to be—a dream, a goal, a happier version of myself—and it feels so far away. Deep inside, I whisper, “I can’t reach there, but I want to go.”

Depression has often made me believe I’m stuck forever. Sometimes, I cry a lot when I’m alone, hiding my tears from the world. Nobody knows the battles I fight in silence. The nights feel longer, and the mornings heavier. I watch others moving forward, while I stay behind, wondering if I will ever reach the life I long for.

But even in my darkest moments, one thing remains: the want. The desire to keep going, to reach something better. That tiny spark, even when surrounded by tears, is proof that I haven’t given up.

I’ve realized I don’t need to run; I just need to take one step. Healing is not about leaping into the light—it’s about slowly walking toward it, even if I stumble along the way. Each tear I shed is not weakness, but a release. Each small step I take is strength.

So now, when I say “I can’t reach there, but I want to go,” I remind myself:

“I will get there, because I am still moving, even through my pain.”

One day, I’ll look back at these lonely nights, these tears, these struggles, and realize they were not wasted. They were shaping me, preparing me, and carrying me toward the life I deserve.

And when that day comes, I’ll stand tall—not because I never fell, but because I never stopped rising.

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