Recently, I’ve been struggling with my mental health. For the first time, it seems too much. Don’t get me wrong, I want to live. That’s all I want to do.
So, you send them a text. So, they don’t text back. I always wondered why, until I figured it all out.
The sight of my country tearing itself apart is hard to watch. Especially sober. But, while it’d be easy to self-medicate to numb the reality, Trump’s not going to get me.
Happiness is imperfect and sometimes impermanent, but it remains the greatest gift that any of us can give to another.
Depression, I’ve discovered, never goes away. However, recognising that, matters. It’s ok not to be ok.