I'm depressed and i've been diagnosed with it since I was 14. I'm drunk right now and tht's the only way i've been surviving the past few weeks. This isn't a letter to anyone else but it's a letter to smyself.
I'm proud of myself for getting through endless nights of crying rivers.
I'm proud of myself for overcoming things that seemed too great to conquer.
There's more to life than sadness and I am certain of it.
This is also a letter to you.
Whatever you're going through, I know you'll make it. You are worth more than all the people and experiences that have broken your heart.