I miss the girl that made everyone happy and didn't self-harm, wasn't suicidal. I miss the girl that had tons of friends. I miss the girl that didn't need cheering up because she was always happy. I miss the girl who used to be me.
I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2 a.m, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February.I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen.
I think that this is an incredibly important post. People who have depression have trouble recognising their worth when compared to other people. As a society we don’t recognise people as much as we should.