My insecurities could eat me alive.
Depression opens the door to beauty of some kind.
Before you diagnose your self with depression
I thought masking my depression with silence,
Depression is anger without enthusiasm.
Depression is nourished by a lifetime of ungrieved and unforgiven hurts.
Every thought is a battle, every breath is a war, and I don't think I'm winning anymore.
The worst part about depression, people who don't have it, they just don't get it.
Depression . You need to leave me alone already. everyday you are screaming at me and telling me ....
Why does it always rain on me.
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