Depression is not one size fits all. Depression is not something to be ashamed of. Depression is not kind. Depression lies.
Know that what you’re feeling is not unnatural. It is not weird. It is not unjustified or something to feel ashamed of.
I took my cat to the groomer for the first time and had to leave him there for three hours.
Depression is something to be coped with over time. So please don’t tell us “it’s not that bad” or that we should be happy because we have good lives.
We regret our eagerness, how caught up we get in the dream of being saved and cared for, how often we fall into the trap of making someone else our world.
I listen to this cat every night in my alley crying her soul out. She starts at 2 and doesn’t end until 6. I listen to her the entire time. I don’t know whether she is hungry, if she is lonely or if she just wants someone to hear her, so I listen.
I am not a clean slate anymore. I am not a person without scars or bruises. But I am a person who has overcome loss and has dealt with pain without numbing cream and without a vice.
Happiness will leave to help you grow, to help you feel things it only ever would have masked within you.
One day you are going to wake up and realize you are over them. One day you aren’t going to be tied down to that person anymore, and you are going to be happy just with yourself.
You touch me and everything is strawberry and piña coladas, my taste buds favor the sweet side of things. I make floral arrangements out of nerves every time you look at me.