The time we spent together made me feel a way I never felt, it lifted my soul in a way I never knew existed, it warmed my heart like I never felt before — every second, laugh, smile, experience we shared made me feel whole.
I remember being happy, and I’d never want to be the reason you lose that.
It’s the loneliest feeling in the world, I know.
No matter how badly you want to give the world a taste of its own medicine, it isn’t worth losing yourself.
Society has been told that if you feel alone, don’t talk about it. If you feel stressed, don’t talk about it. If you feel depressed, don’t talk about it.
You can offer help, be there for someone, and do everything to let them know they aren’t alone, and their depression still may win.
Because nobody is coming, the rescue boats aren’t on the way, and your prince charming isn’t going to come.
The difference was, I meant it.
I am still a human being, and still, have love and hope. My depression doesn’t make me broken; it makes me human. It makes me vulnerable.
We spend so much energy trying to make something work, rather than realizing the opportunities that are right in front of us.