The world has been shitty lately. And because of that, my depression has been coming back.
So I decided to tell the world to fuck off.
I took my meds again. If there’s anything that’s gonna make this feel even a little better, it’s gonna be the fucking meds I’ve been prescribed that are MEANT to make me feel ok.
Something I’ve thought of as a chore is now something I’m going to start thinking of as my “try again”
So yeah, Fuck You, World. I’m gonna try again. And you can’t fucking stop me.
(This is just my little triumphant thing for myself for finally deciding to not let everything make me sad, and for finally choosing to take my meds again.)