Depression will not stay with you forever.
Maybe it’s always supposed to have been good.
I hope you choose patience.
There has never before been, and there never will be, another you. You are one of the special ones.
You are a very strong you, and you are a fighter.
This is me choosing myself. This is me choosing to follow my own heart, my own beliefs.
I want to tell him I love him, I say. Fear says, he might leave.
It is ok to ask for help; it does not mean that you are weak and spineless and in a state beyond repair.
You want guarantees, but the thing is: there are no guarantees.
If I could, I would let you see for yourself how optic nerves tingle and delight in the very sight of someone as spectacular and special as you.