i wish i could go back and give 15 year old me a hug and tell her itβll get better. not to say depression ever truly goes away, but that past version of myself was in so much pain and agony every day and it breaks my heart to see the past posts i used to make on here. i am lucky to be alive today and that even at my weakest i was strong enough to fight back every single day and survive. she was so lost and so broken and so in need of love that came much too late. but we made it out. weβre here. weβre existing, not necessarily happy every day but still thankful for existence every day. weβre stronger now. we cope now.
we lost the battle, but we won the war











