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.

As I get older the more I appreciate straight forward people. Like if you’re mad at me I will respect you if you tell me. I don’t understand adults that would rather stomp their feet and use passive aggressive behavior to communicate. Life does not have to be this difficult fam.

Sunday reminder that you can get through whatever life throws at you this week. You’re stronger than you think and you’re capable of so much.