The Gravity of Grief and Depression
I saw the signs, I knew I was neck-deep in depression. There was no denying it.
Topic: depression
I saw the signs, I knew I was neck-deep in depression. There was no denying it.
The day depression didn’t win.
I saw no future for myself. I truly did not believe that life was worth living.
People are dying and mental illness is wearing a bright red dress, laughing the loudest, hoping there will be a day when someone asks it to sit down.
I tell myself to first hold out my open palms for the little joys in life, then to seek them out, knowing I need them.
I will keep gratitude journals, I will surround myself with inspirational quotes, I’ll decorate my body with meaningful tattoos... I will do whatever it takes to find joy.
Our mental health experiences do not define us. They do not take away from who we are or the value we hold.
In life, there are often times when we don’t always know what to do or say.
I’m beginning to believe that life is more than pain. And I’m a pretty awful salesman.
I’ve gone through much of my life in a rush to get through...
I was scared to be hopeful because that’s exactly when things would come crashing back down.
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