Day 1 of Year 27.

I tried. I tried to not let my feelings get hurt. I tried to at least care about my birthday or acknowledge that it’s my birthday. It didn’t feel like my birthday because I wasn’t happy. But, that’s the thing about depression. It doesn’t care if it’s a special event, if something good is happening […]

27 years.

27 years of existence. 27 years of struggle. 27 years of depression 27 years of fighting 27 years of taking it one day at a time. 27 years of anxiety. 27 years of worried thoughts. 27 years of sleepless nights.   27 years of survival.   I wanted to end my life at 18. I […]