fuck depression. why can’t my brain just be fucking normal. i feel bad for no reason. my body is so fucking heavy. it feels like someone is crushing my lungs i can’t breathe.
it takes me at least an hour to crawl out of bed every morning. why the fuck is it so hard. it’s not hard. it’s not supposed to be this hard.
What I mean to say is, in the face of all that, you’re doing great. It really is that hard, it’s not just you.