Someone asked me to share this messy, typo-strewn blurted 7am story as a post so I did even if it doesn’t all fit. Hope you are all well. I am feeling much stronger than I was. Depression is a master of spin. It can turn any reason to live into a reason not to. You sometimes have to rebel and live underwater despite the fucker. Time is a great evaporator. You deserve to live, basically. You deserve some self-compassion. You deserve a future. See you later. X