A big week

A series of fortunate events.

Correspondence

Recovery from depression has changed how I relate to people.

Life is exhausting right now. There is still hope.

Data, data, data.

My story matters because it means there is hope.

My mantra for when I fall into the trap of comparing my insides to other people’s outsides.

How.

It’s been a difficult year so far, but I have persevered and gotten stronger.

When everything seems bad, it’s time to look for the good within.

I’m embarrassed and ashamed of the fact that I can’t stop internalizing the words and actions of insecure bullies.