04 Nov Terence
Every day was a battle. To get out of bed, get a shower and get dressed. Things that other people do with ease. Thoughts of being worthless and life being dull. I would think not living is so much easier than living with my depression. Every day I would have to somehow convince myself that it will get better.
I wouldn’t say I’m cured by any means. Things are easier, I thought I can get out of bed without having a pep talk and no thoughts of suicide which is abnormal for me now that I have more control. I don’t feel hopeless.