The sun is alone too but it still shines and the reason we struggle with insecurity is because we tend to compare our behind the scenes with everyone else’s highlight reel
“Soak Up the Views. Take in The Bad Weather and The Good Weather. You Are Not the Storm.”
Before I ask you to sit with me, I must be able to sit with myself,
Before I ask you to accept my pain, I have to accept the pain myself,
Before I ask you to love me, I have to be madly in love with myself.
If the silence does not kill you the way people assume all is well without asking to find out, then depression won’t. Depression is not about having no friends; it’s about having friends that don’t care.
No one wishes to have dark days, sleepless nights, grumpy mornings and this endless dark tunnel with no sign that it will ever end. Depression is not a choice.