Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You’re doing just fine.

I don’t think people realise how much depression shapes who you become.
You might get through it.
It might get better, but you’ll never be the person
you were before it happened.

It will get better, I don't know who I'll be when it does.