This gift of crossing lives with other beings whether the outcome is make or break, happiness or misery — it brings out from deep inside of you the realest bits of you. It forces you to face your own demons, enriches your experience and deepens your humanness.
I know depressed is not me. I’m so much more. That being said, yes, I can be depressed. It’s a truth that sometimes I’m convinced it’s best if I kill myself. What can I say? This is what I’m dealing with on a daily basis. It’s part of me.