By Kelley Gonzalez I saw her today, the girl I was. Before everything. Before the depression, the bipolar, the panic and the anxiety. She jumped out of bed as I struggled to open my eyes wondering how I was going to face another day. I tried to get out of Continue Reading
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By Anonymous Following “its the waiting… loving the depressed.” “I’m rubbish”. Your mantra. The words you say if you’ve fallen asleep after dinner. The words you’ll say when getting out of bed is just too much, at least for ten more minutes. You aren’t rubbish, I reply. I’ll keep replying. Continue Reading