We’ll embrace all of the hard times just like we embrace the good ones, and that’s a promise.

When I was just seven-years-old, I asked my Grandmother how my Mother died.

You are at the very least, surviving. But I promise you, life will one day be beautiful again.

You have an extremely unfortunate illness, but you still live in a very cruel world where you must live with people who lack understanding and awareness of your condition.

You will spend days emptying oceans you didn’t’ know you had in you. You will spend hours in voids so deep, they put Marianas Trench to shame.

I do not lack hope. I believe deeply in hope. Sometimes I just don’t know how to tap into it. Sometimes I don’t know how to let that carry me.

Sometimes things just take time and patience. So trust me when I say, it will get better.

Every time I try to find the source, I only find myself.

Sitting with depression doesn’t mean letting go, being happy, or feeling healthy: it just means having the ability to keep yourself alive even when your insides are screaming otherwise.

Your life isn’t perfect but even on the bad days it’s worth it.