This. Is. Amazing.
Thank you @sunnilynnmusician 🌸
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Most people don't know this about me but I have struggled with depression for the last 10 years. All the feelings that come with depression, I've had them...horrible thoughts, unworthiness, self-hate, mood swings, the list goes on. At first, I didn't know what it was. I didn't know what was wrong with me. Then, I pushed it to the side. I drowned myself in every sport possible. I kept busy. Did my homework. Hung out with people. Then college came around. You ever heard of the freshman 15? Well I gained the freshman 50. This is when I finally started to realize what I had going on in my brain. But, once again, I drowned myself, turned to something to get my mind off of it. Now, over the last year, I have finally taken a stand. I know what I have. I have a mental illness. I have depression. I'm not ashamed of myself anymore. It is something that I battle with every single day of my life. But instead of ignoring it, acting like I'm alright, distracting myself with sports, hobbies, and food, I am working on it...In the healthiest way I know how. I've sought therapy. I've read self-help books. I've done the research. One of the most important things I've learned is that people need other people. We have to be able to talk about what's going on in our brains, without feeling like our issues are invalid. We will need friends, family, love, coffee shops, cups of tea, music, road trips, open arms, and lots of support. However, over my journey, I've realized the single most important thing I have to rely on is myself. At the end of the day, it's up to me to be okay. That's why this tattoo exists on my arm now, the first line being in my own handwriting... For all of my bad days and even the good ones. For the days I struggle to get out of bed. For all the times I may doubt myself. For all the negative thoughts. YOU ARE ENOUGH. BEAUTIFUL. LOVED. ENOUGH. God knows I'm not perfect. But I will spend every day from here until my last breath giving myself another chance. Giving myself a reason to live and a reason to get out of bed. Because my life matters. My story matters.