I don’t think people realise how hard it is to re-discover the person you were before depression or even try to remember your own personality
and if you’ve had depression since early childhood you don’t even know if you have your own personality
you didn’t have time to be a person before depression
and it’s scary having no idea who you are
I literally died, but therapy and routine revived me. With depression, I became a phoenix. From the ashes of my sadness, anger, and apathy rose a new girl… Woman each time it hit, and I continue to grow and change and become stronger with it.
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Update: had a mysterious fever that peaked at 102 last night. Was hallucinating/ screaming/ speaking in tongues. They put oxygen on, slept like a freakin baby.
So, I got contacts yesterday.
i’m pretty sure this cat could tell you “i hate you, i plan on eating your leg in your sleep. i really hope you die.” and i’d be like… “c’mon baby, it’s bedtime. come cuddle with mama. oh my gah… i love you, you precious little gem or starlight and glitter.” and kiss that beautiful little nightmare goodnight.
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this was the message i had been receiving in my relationship. it might not have been what he was wanting to say, but his actions and unintentional slips said it all. i loved him despite, and hid from him so that he wouldn’t feel that way. not much longer later, he told me he didn’t know me anymore and that he didn’t love the stranger in me.
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