It’s Not the End of The World
That day felt like the end of the world. Depression took over and brought me to a dark place I didn’t recognize. A place where getting out of bed was suddenly difficult, and sobbing in the shower was normal. Everyone else seemed so different from us now. I didn’t understand how the world could keep turning or how the sun could keep rising. How could everyone continue living like normal when our lives had just so tragically been flipped upside down?