I found someone who doesn’t make me feel guilty for having bad days. Someone who stays patient and gentle with me when I’m not at my best, who doesn’t make me feel like I’m too much, and reminds me that I’m still worthy of love even on the days I struggle to give that love to myself. That kind of love feels like a safe place. ❤️
depression isn't just crying, laying in bed and faking a smile. It's also being really mean to the people you love, not feeling real, intrusive thoughts, anxiety, panic attacks, having no energy to respond to anyone and having a hard time keeping loved ones in your life