“I was sitting outside, listening to the interminable November rainfall and smash onto the rocks below the deck, when I thought that maybe I was a fraud.”
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“…Even when I’m depressed, there are still good things in my life. One thing I’ve historically failed to be grateful for is my depression…” Continue reading there’s light in the darkness
“I don’t want to get better. I want to be better.
I’m tired. Mental health struggles are tiring. Depression is tiring. Anxiety is tiring. An eating disorder is tiring.
They’re boring too. They bore me…” Continue reading I don’t want to get better, I want to be better.
“For me, the fall into depression is not a smooth ride down a slide. Instead, it’s like tumbling down a long staircase with the concomitant bumps and bruises one would expect from such a fall, with brief stops at landings prior to reaching the bottom – except, of course, you never reach the bottom. The pit is infinitely deep, and the stairs go on forever…” Continue reading living in depression flats
From Famine to Feast 