It’s easy to claim that we are depressed; in fact, many people still mistake their sadness for depression. However, nobody wants to broadcast that he or she is mentally ill, to put the word out there for the world to hear. It’s not so hard to see why.
Trivial things used to kill my mood. And by trivial things, I mean perverts on the streets who think catcalling me will make me blush in a good way.
I only ask that you don’t mistake my anxiety for being crazy, needy, or clingy—I am far from those things. If you just learn to love me for who I am, you’ll see that I am more than just an anxious girlfriend.
To say that I couldn’t find the motivation to get out of bed was an understatement.
“Amy’s ending isn’t a snapshot of your destiny.”
When was the last time you spent time with your best friend?
You are the Sirius who inspired me to keep fighting while the Slytherins awaited my downfall.
I thought about all the things that could happen that could break the streak. And the mere thought of it did it. My worst fears were creeping up my soul.
I won’t make love to you not because I don’t love you, but because I want love to make us.
Please stop saying that depression is “just a phase” because it’s not.