My boyfriend sings me You Are My Sunshine every night before I go to sleep. Â And he’s tone deaf. But it’s that simple thing, that small gesture, that makes me feel a little better about myself. I know I’m not near as bad as I used to be, I haven’t had one of my episodes in a few weeks. I really just feel like I need to make the better of situations, I need to stop being negative and holding onto the past. Maybe it was my fault I’ve been this way? In some ways it was, and in other ways, it wasn’t.
I haven’t thought of suicide as much. It crosses my mind, but I push it away. I’m staying strong and I’m not letting depression win. This is my battle, and I plan on winning it.