dear depression,
I'm sorry that I just couldn't be a better person and live up to your standards. You stole everything from me, and I can never forget that. I second guess everything I do and think because of you. I feel like I'm drowning every single day, drowning in a pool of my own blood that no one else can see. You brought you friend anxiety along with you, about three months later. He tampered and twisted my words. He made me think I did everything wrong. I've never trusted ever since, and I probably never will. Insomnia started to tag along soon after him. My eyes became bloodshot, my bed uncomfortable. My grades dropped down to C's, and I just couldn't explain that you three were living inside my head, and inside my soul. Last came anorexia, who I had met once before. We went back too many years, with too many memories together. It was like I was dying four times a day, and I just couldn't stop. I couldn't put down the knife. I couldn't stop shaking with fear. I couldn't start sleeping again. I couldn't stop starving myself. I just couldn't stop putting a fake smile on my face and pretending that it was okay.
You see how this letter is written in past tense? Well that's where you're wrong. It's still happening, and I'm still dead inside.