[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you, [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you, [looking at myself] it's over.
no one talks about how hard it is when your mood is constantly switching between “its okay, i don't care. i'm fine” and “i don't know how much more i can take”.
one of the hardest parts of living with depression is when it hits again after a period of healing. it feels like a cruel reminder that the relief is only ever temporary
When I'm inevitably murdered, no one will say my smile lit up a room. It'll be, "She was very off-putting" and "Honestly, I'm surprised this didn't happen sooner."