Depression can laugh and joke and look glamorous. Depression can go for a run at 6 a.m. and have a successful career. Depression can go home to a perfect partner and sleep in a beautiful home.
I don’t need a thank you or a favor in return, I just want to help pull you out of the dark.
No face of depression or anxiety. No face of schizophrenia or bipolar disorder or OCD.
You see my smile, but do you see the pain behind it.
Sometimes just one loving person is all it takes to save someone’s life.
All I know is this: Losing two people to the same disease you have hit close to home.
The thing many people don’t understand about depression is that it mutes your ability to reach out. Even when I wanted to scream, I didn’t feel like I could speak.
One extreme to the next. This is the roller coaster I live.
Mental health conversations have gone a long way but we’re not there yet. This is evident by the huge losses we had this week.
Money, fame, success, or even an empire that inspires and makes many women feel beautiful, does not buy happiness.