I see you.
I know what your going through.
I know you see all of your friends and family and their happy, perfect lives and you're sitting there trying to figure out what you did wrong in your life to not deserve that as well.
I see you. And God, do I feel for you.
It's not easy. You desperately want to get better. You desperately want to live life the way you want. You dont want to have the negative thoughts and the isolation you put yourself in.
I want you to know, it's okay.
You're trying. And you are doing your best. And I am proud of you.
You know you have support. Whether it be one or a hundred.. it doesn't matter. You still feel alone.
It didn't start out this bad. You might have had a bad day or maybe you just woke up and felt different.
It is not your fault.
You talk to your family about your depression and while they want to help you, they just dont understand what you're going through. Please realize it's not their fault either. Depression is one of those things that unless you are personally going through it, you can't understand. They can try, sure, but you still feel alone. You've tried the medicines. You've tried the therapy. You've tried the diet changes. Still, you suffer.
I can't tell you what will make you feel better. I can't tell you that you'll find a point in your life that you don't have these feelings, although I wish I could. What I can tell you is, you are not alone.
I am here. I am you. And I understand.
My hope for you if that you find the peace you are so desperately looking for. I hope one day these feelings are just a horrible memory.
But if that's not the case, that's okay too.
You are not broken. You are not less than the next person. You are not meaningless.
You are loved. Even if you are in this alone, you are loved. I don't have to know you, your story, or how much you hurt. I love you.