Blue eyes. pale skin. Body of scars. sometimes blond hair. Heart patient. Manic Depressive. Struggling with life one day at a time.. This is my journey, pleasant or not here I am.
Nov 3, 2015
My mornings with depression
There are mornings I wake up and all I want to do is cry. Those days I know are gonna be hard. You live life thinking that maybe you are ok, that maybe you beat your depression but then it hits you like a rock before you even get out of bed. Ugh
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