I've wasted a lot of time in my life. I've thought too much about what people will say or what they're gonna think. And sometimes it's over silly things like going to the grocery store or going to the post office. But there have been times when I really stopped myself from doing something special. All because I was scared someone might look at me and decide I wasn't good enough. .
My depression can make me think horrible, unimaginable thoughts, that make no sense.
This is not me; this is not who I am.
I know I am loved. I know I am cared for.
Something inside of me tries to convince me otherwise; but I know it's not true.
This is my story. This is my depression.
It's not easy at all.