Dear Depression,
I have stopped counting the amount of days you have taken from me due to crying endlessly, feeling hopeless, and staying in bed with little to no motivation. I have stopped counting the amount of times I have thought about hurting myself, ending my life, and how much of a burden I am on my friends and family. Depression, I hate you, and I’m not afraid to say it, but you will not be in charge of my life.
I refuse to let you take any more days from my own well-being. I refuse to let you make me feel bad about myself any longer. I refuse to feel hopeless any longer. I know there will be days where you will get to me, and I will find myself in bed crying into my pillow. These days will feel like they last years, as they do now, but they will not be the extent of my worth. I am better than that and I am better than you.
Instead of staying in bed and crying, I will do something productive with my time. Instead of feeling hopeless, I will remind myself of everything I love about myself. Instead of thinking about hurting myself or how much I burden the ones I love, I will embrace their support and turn to them when I am feeling this way. Instead of being a victim of depression, I will be a survivor. I will get through it and I will get over it, so take your days away from me now, depression, because it won’t last long.
-Me