i was once swallowed in a dark shroud of fear, pain, and self-loathing which i believed i couldn’t voice because if i spoke of my loneliness would it not prove my uselessness? light could not break the shadows unless i asked for help and when i finally became so lost i reached out in desperation for even the smallest guidance every tearful thought i had hidden was exposed in all of its falsehood depression is not the problem it’s when we choose to conceal it -My Relationship with Depression
