notM25
Some days I wake up and just think: why me? This is my diary - the messy, unfiltered kind, not the version I show anyone. It's about smiling through charity work while falling apart inside. About loving someone who stopped loving me back, and not knowing how to stop. About being so tired that getting out of bed feels like a fight I lose most mornings.
I'm not writing this because I have answers. I'm writing it because I needed somewhere to put all of this, and maybe you needed to know you're not the only one who feels this way.
This isn't a story about depression. It's depression, in real time inspired by everything I've actually lived.