My best friends hate him to this day. I used to think I hated him, too. But I realize now that he’s not totally to blame for my heartbreak.
Depression actually sucks. It sucks your energy, your willpower, your laughter, your joy, your good mood, your convictions, your faith, and everything else good that lives inside of you. It’s nasty.
The headline probably made you think this was going to be a depressing, melodramatic rant. Sorry to disappoint, but I’m a bit tired of those.