It’s All Still Me
Presenting these stories separately creates three unique images: the one healed, the one fighting back, and the one struggling to survive.
Topic: depression
Presenting these stories separately creates three unique images: the one healed, the one fighting back, and the one struggling to survive.
Take a step back and look at all the other days which terrified you, and you still made it through.
TWLOHA had the honor of talking to Daniela (aka Aunty Social) about her music, mental health, and journey toward healing.
You are not flawed or doing this wrong because you have hunger, because you have lonely, because you have yearning, because you have threads of self-doubt and self-loathing running through the fabric of you.
You are not the dark thoughts that you have.
Tonight, I do the best I can to quiet the thoughts.
Even if your body is rebelling against you, your mind is in chaos, and trauma has told you that you are too broken to be fixed—you make today better.
My point in telling you this story is to convey how I tried literally everything I could think of in order to rid myself of depression.
Every time I feel it, I panic. It comes swooping in, stormy and scary. It feels like I’m running from that rhino cloud in James and the Giant Peach.
It was how I survived. It’s what guided me out of that once endless maze; it’s the reason I’m still alive today.
Even when we don’t want to take another step. Even when our hearts hurt. Even when it feels like the phone never rings and no one cares, we are enough.
Years after that first day when I was eight—on a day just as bright and clear—the world once again plunged into a meaningless gray. Only this time, it didn’t lift.
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