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
i hate everything about myself but im also like super conceited and i think im better than everyone else most of the time even tho i know thats not true idk
watching your potential fade away due to your mental health is a different type of grief ’cause you can only imagine what could’ve been while watching yourself slowly die inside