Isn’t that strange? It’s a thing that I do, that I’ve done for my whole life: I don’t want to take the risk of feeling good about myself, because I’m afraid that I’ll get complacent, or arrogant, or someone will discover the Truth that my Depression tells me: I’m not that great and I don’t deserve to feel good about myself. I’m reading another book, called Trapped in the Mirror, that’s really helping me get through that, though.
…hat I was struggling. She encouraged me to tell someone, whether it be a friend or a family member. She helped me remember what I had known for a long time but had forgotten, that depression isn’t a journey that should be taken alone.