I’ve lost myself. My spark, my confidence, my peace.
I don’t know when it started, but it hurts to realize I’ve been pretending to be okay for so long.
I just want to feel like myself again, not this empty version that’s merely existing.
Depression did NOT make you grateful.
It robbed you of joy, energy, motivation, and hope.
It stole friendships, dreams, and years of your life.
It convinced you that you were unworthy of love.
You didn’t “become better” because of it
you survived despite it.