Is this experience your life or your existence?
Has this experience been rough? 
Has it beaten you down?
Has it dragged you through the gates of Hell and back?
Has it destroyed your love? Your inspiration?
Your hope?
Has it tore your heart open and stomped it into a bloody, dirt-covered mess?
Has it left you broken and battered?
I know what this can be like, and it isn't at all pleasant. But I am here for you, and those oppressive demons can't find you here. You have a beautiful individuality that couldn't be replicated in the in anyone's wildest dreams. You are you. You can let down your barriers here. 
Be open. Be yourself. Be the beauty you are and always will be.
 I'm here, you can talk to me.


"Depression is a prison where you are both the suffering prisoner and the cruel jailer."
                                -- Dorothy Rowe