she’s a bitch.
she will creep up on you out of nowhere and silently. she will hide behind the amazing moments you live for, waiting to strike.
she will follow you around, making you second guess every move you make. she’s waiting and watching and ready to strike when you least expect it.
she will leave you broken. she will leave you crushed. she will attack and tell you things you may begin to believe. she’s left me broken. shattered. she’s left me unable to eat. unable to sleep. unable to get out of bed. she’s left me in the dark, wondering why i am still here.
even with medication and therapy, she’s still there. waiting. watching.
sometimes you just have to wait for it to pass, holding onto your friends and family. sometimes you brave the storm alone, one breath, one step at a time. each storm that passes, you come out a little higher than you did before, piecing the pieces back together.
it takes time. she will rear her ugly head again and again. you’ll feel the storm pushing you back, drowning you but you fight, you push against the wind, you get through the tears, the nightmares. you want to give up, to give in, but you don’t.
some days are harder than others, but you’ve made it this far already.
let her rear her ugly head. let the depression be the bitch she is, but don’t give up.
don’t give up. ♥