A series of fortunate events.
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.
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.