More Good Days Together 🫂
Post Cover❤️ Last night again, I wanted to disappear, to stop existing, to just be unconscious of anything and everything, I could feel the wave of depression coming. Before last night, I had been better, better for a few months. I hadn't contemplated suicide in months. I haven't been so overwhelmed that I have to write dark poetry to soothe myself. And I had almost forgotten that I live with depression. But anxiety? Oh, she never goes away. She's always there to remind me of
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