It’s weird, I’m 22, not depressed anymore and I don’t use tumblr anymore. Idk why I’m posting this but I guess it’s a note to my past self, a note to people still struggling, and a note to my future self to continue moving forward.
The days around myself get easier as I learn there are in fact, things to love and parts of myself that deserve more of my attention. Here’s to hope, here’s to loving the parts of ourselves we tried to push away and kill.
They’re still living, and so am I.

















