I took this pic around 2012 when I was in high school. Before we called it “selfies”. This was how my “photo shoots” always ended up.
I first dealt with depression in high school. For 2 years I would cry myself to sleep at night because crying was the only comfort I felt and it was the only way I could get to sleep.
My depression started with wanting a boyfriend then not feeling pretty enough, smart enough or good enough and I ended up feeling like a worthless burden to everybody.
When I tried to talk to others about how I felt, I was either condemned, seen as 🤪crazy or as a charity case and I was sometimes mocked. I didn’t want to feel any worse than I already did. I didn’t want to be told that I was weak for feeling the way I did. I didn’t want…
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