Simple

Pain. Loneliness. Anxiety. Depression. Something I have become all too familiar with over the last seven years. Depression is like losing something and not knowing when or where you last had it. Then one day you realize that what you lost is yourself. You go through life hating everyone and everything, including yourself.
Her words and actions cut deeper than any knife could ever inflict. Seven years ago is when everything came crashing down, when the darkness started to overpower the light. Seven years ago times were better... simple.