the thing that ive learned living with major depressive disorder and treatment resistant depression is that it gets better. and it gets worse again. and then it gets better again. and so on and so on. for better or for worse change is inevitable. you will be happy.

i tell myself the only thing that matters is wake up alive tomorrow. whatever gets me through the night is allowed. i’ve only recently been able to use healthy coping skills successfully. i’m doing really well right now. and i know i will have depressive episodes in the future

watching descent with my dad and he was trying to figure out which ones were the lesbians and i had to remind him the movie was made in 2005 and lesbians weren’t invented yet.