On Depression
Depression is my Saturday mornings turning into Mondays and Mondays evolving into impossible. It is the ringing of an alarm every hour of the day.
Depression is my Saturday mornings turning into Mondays and Mondays evolving into impossible. It is the ringing of an alarm every hour of the day.
While I appear to be a natural disaster in the making, I am actually quite fine.
I want to be the image of health that I’ve presented myself as. The go-getter who hits the gym daily, eats the right things, and gets enough sleep. But my reality is far from that because my illness doesn’t allow for it.