I can smile all day.
I excel at what I do.
I can laugh alongside you.
I can do anything you do.
I am privileged.
I know I am privileged.
I am white.
I do not face many prejudices.
Yet I manage to be depressed.
How can a privileged, straight A, white girl be depressed?
To be honest, I don't know either.
I love my life, but there manages to be something that's holding me back.
I push myself to do the best.
I set expectations that are too high.
I break down in tears at the end of the day, and curl into myself to fend against the world.
I am held back.
By self doubt.
Sometimes self loathing.
By all the little things I did wrong that day.
I seem to be drowning.
I'm sinking with weights on my ankles.
