But it’s okay. It’s okay to be depressed. I have to remember that.
Last night, on Tumblr, I posted this:
“I want to kill myself. But I know that I won’t. Still, the desire remains. I was optimistic. I thought I could go months without an episode. I was wrong. And all I can do now is try not to cry as I stare at the wall and berate my brain for feeling this way.
Fuck you, depression. I didn’t need you tonight.”
Today, I am still depressed, but the desire to end my life has passed. Yes, it’s still in the back of my mind, yet I’m not doing to give in, or beat myself up about it. Not today, not ever.
I am depressed. And it’s okay.