In high school, my friends were my rocks. They always understood the things I was going through (the best they could) and were there at the drop of a hat if I needed them.
Things I don't like that have been said to me about my mental illness
1. You just over-exaggerate, you need to move on.
3. You'll never get through this, you're too weak.
4. What's wrong with you?
So ever since I got home from the Celebration of Life today, I’ve had one of Colin’s favourite songs on repeat. Seabird by Alessi Brothers.
Depression makes no sense. It strikes many people you don’t suspect. It’s something hidden because it’s something most are embarrassed about. Those that have it are often viewed as weird and are avoided by others.
I feel like a deflated balloon on the bottom of a heap of garbage. This anemia problem is really getting old.