I found this in a magazine. I couldn't relate to it more.
"Admitting I have depression and anxiety has, at times, made me feel like admitting defeat. I'm angry that despite having every reason to be happy, sometimes I'm not. I don't know why I'm sad. I just am. And so wish I wasn't. I'd like to think, though, that even at my worst, I'm worthy of honesty, compassion, and understanding. I struggle with my brain the way I struggle with my heart. I love deeply and laugh loudly. I work hard; I play harder."
Sadly, that is something that describes so many of us.
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