How I Came To Terms With My Depression
My depression is one component of my identity, but it doesn’t share my face or my name. It is something else entirely. Something scary and dark and lonely and so completely unlike me.
My depression is one component of my identity, but it doesn’t share my face or my name. It is something else entirely. Something scary and dark and lonely and so completely unlike me.
I know that it’s important to deal with heartbreak alone, without relying on attention from the opposite sex as a crutch. But during the actual recovery process, all I wanted was someone to fill that void.
Love does not mean co-dependency. Love does not mean pain and suffering and yelling and hurting and scars.
Life is too short to surround yourself with people who don’t realize how amazing you are.
At the end of the day, you have to fall asleep knowing that you are the best you that you can be.
Sadness seeps down into your soul. It bypasses all rationale, dilutes the power of logic and the mind.
Sure, breaking up with someone is gut wrenching, painful, depressing, and usually ugly. If you’re dumping someone, the person you break-up…