I spend a lot of time hiding this side of myself, but sometimes I realize that I shouldn't. This is what makes me human. This is what makes me, me. Depression is a part of who I am. And I am not ashamed of that. I have my demons, sometimes they whisper in my ear, sometimes they scream at me. But I'm also reminded that my pain is what makes the good times so amazing, so beautiful. Even when I'm so far in the dark that I can't actually see that. Eventually the clouds fade the demons quiet and I am able to see the beauty again. The beauty that is my life and the people in it that are the reason that I am still here.
~đź’ś